These Days - Deca

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

Cellphone 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 bits 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 its 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

Break beats to beat 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 deaf and blind

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