Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song These Days , by - Deca. Release date: 24.08.2015
Song language: English
These Days |
| These days the world seems so strange to me |
| These Lames are not what they claim to be |
| Live fast, die young; |
| that’s the easy road |
| Slow down live long you’ve got a ways to go |
| These days things are strange |
| Broke the chains without eat the gain |
| I don’t need an 80 milligram to ease the pain |
| Put a little bit of chief in a beat that bangs |
| I maintain |
| Beat the game, I put it down |
| Then talk a young lady out of evening gown |
| I was only playing around |
| They see me in a ‘95 single in clown |
| Packed in the deck got around like Optic |
| Before they hit him up and turned him into a prophet |
| I could catch a bullet out of the air with chopsticks |
| Asada with a habanero, I’m hot shit |
| The hot garbage in the badlands |
| Throw that promo in a trashcan |
| Cellphone serenader innovator |
| With a pen and paper in hand |
| I’m a very bad man. |
| (God damn.) |
| Who you know that can do it like this? |
| Flat broke and they said it was a lucrative biz |
| I gotta make a little something to put food in the fridge |
| In a white tee, you can see through to my ribs |
| Let me up in the mix to uplift |
| I’ll blow it to bits and serve anyone provoking the kid |
| I got next |
| Got to give to get respect |
| I represent life crew, but I’m fresh to death |
| Facing a chump |
| The chumps are going to front |
| They can say what they want |
| But man they can’t hang |
| I’ve got some people to see |
| I’ve got some places to go |
| I’ve got a name in the streets |
| I’m out here making that dough |
| I’ve got no people to see |
| I’ve got no places to go |
| I’ve got a demon in me |
| I think its taking control |
| Consider it done |
| With the flick of a tongue |
| The uninhibited one |
| I hit it and run |
| Wash the bed sheets |
| Open a window; |
| It stinks like sex, cigarettes, and endo |
| Criminal minimal with a mind like Chris |
| Block your shine and it the limelight switch. |
| (uh huh) |
| Total eclipse to my right shit |
| Claiming the throne, they made the world in my likeness |
| Let me get up in there for your benefit |
| I’m in an independent, imminent, definite, to better the image |
| And I’m in it to win it, I’ve got bills to pay |
| You haven’t had a good meal in days |
| I ain’t out here making any kind of money |
| And I don’t have a name in the streets, I look bummy |
| In the same pair of kicks that I rocked way back |
| And a black fitted cap to match and that’s that |
| Bonafide heat, got them breaking their neck |
| Break bread, break it down, without breaking a sweat |
| Break beats to beat boys to boogie and bounce |
| Pick it up, pick it up, when I’m putting it down |
| I’ve got a whole lot to do with my view |
| But I dropped jewels and they got confused |
| You better hurry up or get left behind |
| I represent life crew, but I’m deaf and blind |
| Faking a funk |
| The chumps are going to front |
| They can say what they want |
| But man they can’t hang |
| These days the world seems so strange to me |
| These Lames are not what they claim to be |
| Live fast, die young; |
| that’s the easy road |
| Slow down live long you’ve got a ways to go |