Days of Our Lives (feat. Common)

De La Soul

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    [Common]
    Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

    [Refrão]
    [Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Com? (I'm just tryin to be)
    [Pos] That's it? (Stayin focused so my mind is free)
    [Dave] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
    [Dave] If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
    [Pos] Too soon?

    [Common]
    I want the boom in the back of the truck
    Ain't nuttin the matter with a good dude havin a buck
    With that on my mind, I'm on the grind, it pays
    We break it down in these three ways, yo

    These days, I travel the Maze like Frank Beverly
    To the East, lookin for pieces of a better me
    Responsibility of my man's felony fell on me
    Celebrity status, make 'em think I got celery
    Hell and I do sometimes, still the sunshine ain't even all day
    (Yeah) The life of a baller, ain't even all play
    I stack 'em, so the chips fall where they must
    I ain't far from a Benz, or dude on the bus
    Even when I don't have enough, still in God I trust
    Said baby you're a star
    Said I'm on the car, seen the jiggiest of stars
    become dust, and one love become lust for the papers
    Had you gassed now that - gas became vapors
    Tricked your cash on ice; shoulda had acres
    Now your, empire fell like the Lakers
    So you're talkin to your maker
    It's the nature of the business, they givin niggaz inches
    Takin miles and mules, it's the wildest rules
    I'm tryin to walk in the black scent of proudest shoes
    Makin music that the crowds can use

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    [Refrão]
    [Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Dave? (With sunshine and shade)
    [Com] That's it? (Tinted window grades and Kool-Aid)
    [DeLa] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
    [DeLa] If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon)
    [Pos] Too soon?

    [Dave]
    I want twenty-four plus on these
    Put the pinto engine and the bus on these
    I get that first class seat to escape the days
    We break it down in these three ways

    Check the life I got that antidote, canteloupe scent, bent back
    in the sunroom froze, put your flick on pause (and pop a cork)
    There's no occasion nigga it's just because
    I'm celebratin for a hell of a day
    Get these barbie filets on hot charcoal tracks, so black
    Darko Pecoltrane plays them back
    We them freedom fight kids who gon' ball and raise fists
    If y'all down for the struggle, c'mon y'all, resist
    Everyday script, I exercise cheek
    Sixteen on the bar, I exercise speak (ha)
    It's been a long time, Long Isle's on the map
    While y'all stand on the corner, stoned like Chris {?}
    Kiss back, watchin time - wrist back
    Every second count but just finish this lap
    You gamble on your life like casino slots
    and cash out and still walk with a knot

    [Refrão]
    [Com] Yo how the days of your life goes Merce? (Man I'm just holdin my head)
    [Dave] That's it? (Shit, I'm also tryin to hold this bread)
    [DeLa] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
    [DeLa] If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon)
    [Dave] Too soon?

    [Posdonus]
    I furnished the rooms, and mortgage on these
    See them quittin ass rappers caused a shortage on these
    The soul boys of big illa-noyz get the praise
    We break it down in these three ways

    My moms died from secondhand smoke; so I wish yo' ass would die
    from them secondhand rhymes you wrote
    Or shall I call them second rhymes - written seconds 'fore you enter the booth
    Words thrown together with very little truth
    And a select few can do it (true) you ain't part of them scriptures
    And got the nerve to feel you want me out the picture
    But I was never in it, I'm the frame around the flick
    Or dishin in the mouth of your dame around my dick
    Ladies and gentlemen, introducin Workmatic
    One of L.I.'s finest, and this is "MY LIFE"
    Which is filled with bad minutes and good hours
    and, good months and bad years and with my peers
    we struggle to juggle the shit
    Family life and the music game don't easily fit
    My lady wants me home, sayin rap tour three rap whores
    and scores of scandal, even more than we can handle
    Sometimes, the rhymes I say
    Is the fly the currency to save the day
    Can't turn it away, cause we out
    to find presennce way beyond our measure, so baby don't pout

    [Common]
    Don't pout, De La Soul now turn it out
    Don't pout, Common Sense'll turn it out
    Don't pout..

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Clarence Satch Satchell, Leroy Sugarfoot Bonner, Ralph Pee Wee Middlebrooks, Marshall Rock Jones, Marvin Pierce, De La Soul, Jake One y William Billy Beck

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