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[Common] Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh [Chorus: De La] + (Common) [Dave] |
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Yo how the days of your life go |
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Com? (I'm just tryin to be) [Pos] |
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That's it? (Stayin focused so my mind is free) [Dave] |
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Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [Dave] |
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If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon) [Pos] |
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Too soon? [Common] |
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I want the boom in the back of the truck |
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Ain't nuttin the matter with a good dude havin a buck |
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With that on my mind, |
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I'm on the grind, it pays |
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We break it down in these three ways, yo |
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These days, |
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I travel the |
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Maze like |
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Frank Beverly |
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To the East, lookin for pieces of a better me |
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Responsibility of my man's felony fell on me |
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Celebrity status, make 'em think |
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I got celery |
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Hell and I do sometimes, still the sunshine ain't even all day (Yeah) |
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The life of a baller, ain't even all play |
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I stack 'em, so the chips fall where they must |
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I ain't far from a |
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Benz, or dude on the bus |
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Even when |
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I don't have enough, still in |
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God I trust |
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Said baby you're a star |
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Said I'm on the car, seen the jiggiest of stars become dust, and one love become lust for the papers |
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Had you gassed now that - gas became vapors |
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Tricked your cash on ice; shoulda had acres |
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Now your, empire fell like the |
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Lakers So you're talkin to your maker |
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It's the nature of the business, they givin niggaz inches |
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Takin miles and mules, it's the wildest rules |
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I'm tryin to walk in the black scent of proudest shoes |
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Makin music that the crowds can use [Chorus: Pos, Com] + (Dave) [Dave] |
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Yo how the days of your life go |
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Dave? (With sunshine and shade) [Com] |
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That's it? (Tinted window grades and Kool-Aid) [DeLa] |
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Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [DeLa] |
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If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon) [Pos] |
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Too soon? [Dave] |
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I want twenty-four plus on these |
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Put the pinto engine and the bus on these |
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I get that first class seat to escape the days |
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We break it down in these three ways |
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Check the life |
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I got that antidote, canteloupe scent, bent back in the sunroom froze, put your flick on pause (and pop a cork) |
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There's no occasion nigga it's just because |
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I'm celebratin for a hell of a day |
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Get these barbie filets on hot charcoal tracks, so black |
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Darko Pecoltrane plays them back |
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We them freedom fight kids who gon' ball and raise fists |
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If y'all down for the struggle, c'mon y'all, resist |
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Everyday script, |
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I exercise cheek |
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Sixteen on the bar, |
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I exercise speak (ha) |
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It's been a long time, |
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Long Isle's on the map |
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While y'all stand on the corner, stoned like |
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Chris {?} |
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Kiss back, watchin time - wrist back |
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Every second count but just finish this lap |
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You gamble on your life like casino slots and cash out and still walk with a knot [Chorus: Com, Dave] + (Pos) [Com] |
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Yo how the days of your life goes |
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Merce? (Man I'm just holdin my head) [Dave] |
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That's it? (Shit, I'm also tryin to hold this bread) [DeLa] |
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Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [DeLa] |
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If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon) [Dave] |
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Too soon? [Posdonus] |
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I furnished the rooms, and mortgage on these |
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See them quittin ass rappers caused a shortage on these |
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The soul boys of big illa-noyz get the praise |
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We break it down in these three ways |
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My moms died from secondhand smoke; so |
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I wish yo' ass would die from them secondhand rhymes you wrote |
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Or shall I call them second rhymes - written seconds 'fore you enter the booth |
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Words thrown together with very little truth |
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And a select few can do it (true) you ain't part of them scriptures |
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And got the nerve to feel you want me out the picture |
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But I was never in it, |
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I'm the frame around the flick |
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Or dishin in the mouth of your dame around my dick |
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Ladies and gentlemen, introducin |
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Workmatic |
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One of L.I.'s finest, and this is "MY LIFE" |
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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 |
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Family life and the music game don't easily fit |
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My lady wants me home, sayin rap tour three rap whores and scores of scandal, even more than we can handle |
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Sometimes, the rhymes |
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I say Is the fly the currency to save the day |
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Can't turn it away, cause we out to find presennce way beyond our measure, so baby don't pout [Common] |
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Don't pout, |
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De La Soul now turn it out |
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Don't pout, |
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Common Sense'll turn it out |
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Don't pout.. |
