Did you ever have one of those days? From the moment you woke up nothing went your way I know that you have, everybody does Your life isn't perfect, and
Traduzione: Dolore. One Of Those Days.
this way of thinkin these are tha dreams of a young teen sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends one time can't hold me one of these days we gotta
Old man Your life is upon your shoulders The saddest thing that looks outside Behind your fading eyes Old days That coming back, are painful Forgotten
Hey somebody's giving me grief I'm having one of those days Something that I just don't need Today things just ain't going my way Nothing is working
When I am lonely But I cry For those who have chosen a life without Christ There are twelve months Three hundred and sixty-five days a year But it takes just one
freakin out in foreign lands killing citizens And worse still spreading germs and plagues Now is so much a result of those bad old days From the town
one nation. The bombardment against Iraq is relentless, the end comes quickly. As the victorious survivors celebrate, for some the battle against grief
days (let's do it again) High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades (do it a) Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days (let's do it again) High
grief Instead of loved ones, exhausted physical tabs In time inscribes names upon concrete slabs Placed above their tombs but below their souls Flatlined but resurrected in minds of those
It's just one of those days, typical me, typical club scene, typical grief, one of those raves, typical beef, now there's fu**ing headlocks putting
Another one of those days Feelin like a shovel With a lot of shit in the way Gonna clear me a path Right to the culprit Straight to your fucked up past
keon bryce, fate wilson) [fate wilson] Okay, i remember the days High rise, lil lefts, even stevens and faze Troops lotto and bk's those was the days
me up Make me laugh, splash away the grief When we take a bath In my time of need, she'll be there for me always We can chill and relax on our off days
m just praying that I can't let go. Fighting for the right while not knowing what's wrong. Trying to change the world with a song. And all those romantic days
, I remember the days (let's do it again) High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades (do it a) Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days (let's