Preklad: Psy. These Days.
like magic With the bluse lights flashing outside Your face is pretty as astronomy And the bullet whistles Like a poisen kiss But i dont care these days (Thanks to FM for these
of the music that they party to But party on, party on, all night, nigga I got these new rappers nervous, prom night, nigga I grow tired of these fuckin
em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em, come on Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights
recreation, So, I exceed on your expectations. Bitches ain't got it 'em , I kill 'em and then I skin 'em, The contract was signed, but I am the addendum. So, where my dogs
Then I thought about my dogs on the block Kinda understand why they chose a stealin' rock Was it the hair that got me this far? All these girls, these cribs, these
murder mold our lives (See the murder mold) These are the days of our lives (These are the days of our lives) These are the days of our lives Now come
These are the days of our lives See the murder mo the lies These are the days of our lives These are the days of our lives These are the days of our
creating Flow just borin', the spit just corny What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face I miss those days, these days, ghost
these streets a muthafucka gots to eat You can't sleep, 'cause if you're caught sleep, you gots to pay And just like everyone left you got your day And these days
ain't gotta call my niggas When you ready let's run it, don't stall, my nigga Don't give a fuck where I'm at, I'ma ball, my nigga I'll breed my goons, they dogs
I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I gotta get me me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't slept in 8 days I can go for
burn Don't think it can't be your turn To go feed you to the streets, so I stay packin' some heat 24 hours 7 days of the week 'cause they creep 24 hours 7 days
make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B O R O nigga Make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Yo, from the days of encore
s the reason for a gym Ain't hot enough to even work up a sweat I been fire since Wu days with The Perfect Cassette So when you mention my name these
, that's Texas, baby Ball and G, that's Memphis, baby $hort Dog, that's Oakland, baby Ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days, G My n*** C got locked up But these
pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the lawn There's people here but you are gone And I find still swimming through time Afraid some days
