Lyrics:
doesn't matter
Oh my Days (oh my days)
I've been starving all these days
I've been hungry for the feeling to be one of all these greats
Yeah yeah
So, what
tell you some stories and crazy facts
See there was Keith Urban in our grade 12 summer
You know Jacqui Paris dropped us off after supper
See we didn’t
these lazy drunk imbeciles strapped to the front
Bumper, you don't think I remember
A'int an avenger, they'll have me dead for my corpus
Mausoleum where
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's all love y'all (3X) what you say?
Intro/Chorus: all, Common
[all] Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive
or make it, woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man, these are the options, these are the options (yeah)
Tool bag without the pliers
Intros without
that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricists, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold
[Intro: Drake]
I can buy it all out
But this the only shit that I sip though
So tell 'em bring the waitress
And I won't even ask what it is, no
Just
nigga
Don't make me grab my choppa, you don't wanna see these hands, nigga
Put you in the desert, under thirty feet sand, nigga
I'm the badman, run
We in a race with the unknown
Walkin’ on these streets with no lights on
We’re tryin’ to navigate how to get home
Ready for the day when we can rest
videos are pre-Michael Jackson" and
People forget that Michael Jackson
Had to fight to get on MTV because he
Was considered to be an urban artist
This was,
rapping is country
They say that rapping my country is
Like if Keith was urban
Looking street with the heater
Burning i smirk
And then keep concerning
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
AN MY SOCIETY IS VYIN ME
YOU SEE B
YOU CANT DEFILE G
IN ITS ENTIRETY
AY YO DREGG MINE SMOKE A LOT A DAY
TO MURDERED MY EYES ARE THOROUGH RED
IM BOUT TA
metroed
My way back to the Montero
Before I even made it to the car door
I was rushed by 2 jakes
and then 2 more
so here wew are fightin' through all
the trees
One of these days son your gonna have to kill to survive
Don't let the world feed you it's lies
Listen up and I'm gonna tell you why
It's the deep
times, good times
And these are so misunderstood rhymes, woodgrain, get it on
And when I'm not in the battlefield you know that I still get it
straight line's the crookest way anywhere
So don't be swayed by these fools
Live your life right, baby pa, you know the rules
Never ever show disrespect
Yeah
Now I ain't ever been one for scholarships
My GPA was low like "wow" I promise it
I always had dreams though. Hmm
These alternate realities
one day
I wanna meet a girl organically
But in public I feel nobody understanding me
Keith you should be studying
You're half way through school
But my
about the music)
Everyday, day, it seems it's gettin' shorter as the world turns
Round and round, these last day, day so crazy, oh why
Everyday, day
the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we
the best days of
The best days of our lives
‘Cause these are the best days of
The best days of our lives
Written By:
John Martin Keith - (BMI) - IPI#
turning
Beautiful virgin release every burden, I travel when I preheated
the urban, hit the firmament and shock waves are permanent
Rays
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Woo, uh, I made a million off scratch (scratch)
Then put this drip in the bag (drip)
Here for the modelin'
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