作词 : Marshall Jones/Lonnie Lynn/James Williams/Kelvin Mercer/Leroy Bonner/Clarence Satchell/Ralph Middlebrooks/William Beck/Vincent Mason/Jacob Dutton/David Jolicoeur/Marvin Pierce 作曲 : Marshall Jones/Lonnie Lynn/James Williams/Kelvin Mercer/Leroy Bonner/Clarence Satchell/Ralph Middlebrooks/William Beck/Vincent Mason/Jacob Dutton/David Jolicoeur/Marvin Pierce [Common] Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh [Chorus: De La] + (Common) [Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Com? (I'm just tryin to be) [Pos] That's it? (Stayin focused so my mind is free) [Dave] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [Dave] If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon) [Pos] Too soon? [Common] I want the boom in the back of the truck Ain't nuttin the matter with a good dude havin a buck 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 sunshine ain't even all day (Yeah) 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; shoulda 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 ****** 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 the crowds can use [Chorus: Pos, Com] + (Dave) [Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Dave? (With sunshine and shade) [Com] That's it? (Tinted window grades and Kool-Aid) [DeLa] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [DeLa] If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon) [Pos] Too soon? [Dave] 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, canteloupe scent, bent back in the sunroom froze, put your flick on pause (and pop a cork) There's no occasion ***** 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 them 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 (ha) It's been a long time, Long Isle's on the map While y'all stand on the corner, stoned like Chris {?} 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 [Chorus: Com, Dave] + (Pos) [Com] Yo how the days of your life goes Merce? (Man I'm just holdin my head) [Dave] That's it? (****, I'm also tryin to hold this bread) [DeLa] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [DeLa] If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon) [Dave] Too soon? [Posdonus] 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 booth 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 **** 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 **** 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 presennce way beyond our measure, so baby don't pout [Common] Don't pout, De La Soul now turn it out Don't pout, Common Sense'll turn it out Don't pout..
作词 : Marshall Jones/Lonnie Lynn/James Williams/Kelvin Mercer/Leroy Bonner/Clarence Satchell/Ralph Middlebrooks/William Beck/Vincent Mason/Jacob Dutton/David Jolicoeur/Marvin Pierce 作曲 : Marshall Jones/Lonnie Lynn/James Williams/Kelvin Mercer/Leroy Bonner/Clarence Satchell/Ralph Middlebrooks/William Beck/Vincent Mason/Jacob Dutton/David Jolicoeur/Marvin Pierce [Common] Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh [Chorus: De La] + (Common) [Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Com? (I'm just tryin to be) [Pos] That's it? (Stayin focused so my mind is free) [Dave] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [Dave] If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon) [Pos] Too soon? [Common] I want the boom in the back of the truck Ain't nuttin the matter with a good dude havin a buck 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 sunshine ain't even all day (Yeah) 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; shoulda 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 ****** 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 the crowds can use [Chorus: Pos, Com] + (Dave) [Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Dave? (With sunshine and shade) [Com] That's it? (Tinted window grades and Kool-Aid) [DeLa] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [DeLa] If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon) [Pos] Too soon? [Dave] 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, canteloupe scent, bent back in the sunroom froze, put your flick on pause (and pop a cork) There's no occasion ***** 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 them 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 (ha) It's been a long time, Long Isle's on the map While y'all stand on the corner, stoned like Chris {?} 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 [Chorus: Com, Dave] + (Pos) [Com] Yo how the days of your life goes Merce? (Man I'm just holdin my head) [Dave] That's it? (****, I'm also tryin to hold this bread) [DeLa] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [DeLa] If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon) [Dave] Too soon? [Posdonus] 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 booth 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 **** 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 **** 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 presennce way beyond our measure, so baby don't pout [Common] Don't pout, De La Soul now turn it out Don't pout, Common Sense'll turn it out Don't pout..
