Deca - These Days lyrics
[Deca - These Days lyrics]
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
Sellable 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 bit's 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 it's 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
Breakbeats, to b-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 death defying
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
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
Sellable 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 bit's 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 it's 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
Breakbeats, to b-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 death defying
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