Days of Our Lives (feat. Common)

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