are days where I would love to be somebody else Days where I am fighting myself There are days where I wish I would be a child again And sometimes days
were days where I would love to be somebody else Days where I am fighting myself There were days where I wish I could be a child again And sometimes days
Traduzione: Ayo. These Days.
days where I would love to be somebody else Days where I am fighting myself There are days where I wish I would be a child again And sometimes days where
(feat. Percee P) [Aesop Rock] Wake up, wake up Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up [Percee P] Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their
fiending for work When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth Non-believing, make me steaming, make you meeting the earth [Crypt the Warchild] Ayo
convertable cruisers in a tropical summer, we don't have all the answers, but we got one another and these war myrtars have broken up my colder days on a piece of driftwood soaking up these
money lone we snatch you up Think you hide where, I got family over there and they all think like me We had it up to here [Starang Wondah] Ayo, I was
as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit Now these
soda Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older Remember back in the days, man them days is over Know
Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That shit look like a toupee I get what you get in 10 years, in two days Ladies love me I'm on my cool J If
many faces But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple hills I climbed the highest mountain Once or twice but who's countin' But nothing compares To these
C. and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we cleaned up [D-Flow] Ayo I touch pistol, shine like crushed crystal Fuck what I sift through, insane in your membrane These
[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, Yeah, Shit is sick Fuck you thought it was, Yo, Yo, Yo, Ayo... [Dom Pachino:] I'm sick like the pain I inflict son I'll long
you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha From the days
Taylor, (G-Clef Da Mad Komposa)] Yeah, Chambermusik, Two 4 War Entertainment Taylor, Yo Clef what it is baby, (It's nothing man) Uh huh (Just let these
