late an hour or two? These are the days when we will see all our yesterdays are memories. The tides will rise. The winds will turn. And we are drowning
will turn We are drowning, growing from the burn These are the days, these are the days These are the days, these are the days These are the days
an hour or two? These are the days when we will see all our yesterdays are memories. The tides will rise. The winds will turn. And we are drowning
Traduzione: Kids In The Way. Questi sono i giorni.
through the town Suckas want fo' cuz I hit they block for a second round Lets who ride and buck these suckas down quick Pop in the clips and skips down these
this, must my time to exhale I've been waitin so damn long that this rap shit is stale Make it happen, in these streets kids is clappin Fuck this rappin
hard to digest Gun in my armrest, for easy access, they scared [Hook x4] These niggas scared These niggas scared These niggas scared These niggas scared
days everytime you smile i know theres happiness heading my way at night i lay in bed and i stare at the stars see the similarity in your eyes, and wonder where you are
slow and outlive everyone It's time somethin' is done For our young kids They growin' opus (??) That ain't the way to live Tell me why Days go past and
the demons, addicted to hearing victims screaming Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens Cause even our birthdays, are cursed days
Got no place to lay me down These are more of the things that make me - So frustrated! F! R! U! S! T! R! A! T! E! D! These are more of the things that
rat race And these days that's a special way to fly Down home where they know you by name and treat you like family Down home a man's good word and a handshake are
Miss cracking up and wrestling Our debriefs at end of day These are the things that I miss These are not times for the weak of heart These are the days
love was a bridge You'd be the one in the fens "All the kids are fucking dead" I write "with love and a gun to my head" these days aren't going to last
was a bridge, You'd be the one in the Fens . "All the kids are fucking dead." I write "with love, and a gun to my head." These days aren't going to
What?] Man, let these niggas stay talkin about rippin some tax We tippin the stacks, my voice'll cause the skip of your wax Was flippin these cats since
