Days of Our Lives (feat. Common)

Yo, how the days of your life go, Common?

(I'm just tryna 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?

I want the boom in the back of the truck

Ain't nothin' 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 salary

Hell, and I do sometimes

Still the sunshine ain't 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 a 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 cusp, seen the jiggiest of stars

Become dust and one love becomes lust for the papers

Had you gassed, now that gas became vapors

Tricked your cash on ice, should've 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 tryna walk in the black scent of proudest shoes

Makin' music that the 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 (It 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 day

We break it down in these three ways

Check the life I got, that antidote, cantaloupe scent, bent back

In the sunroom froze, put your flick on pause

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 Percoltrane 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

It's been a long time, Long Island's on the map

While y'all stand on the corner stoned like Chris, man

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 go, Merce?

(Man, I'm just holdin' my head)

That's it?

(Shit, I'm also tryna 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 Illinois get praise

We break it down in these three ways

My mom's 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 before you enter the booth

Words thrown together with very little truth

And select few can do it, you ain't part of them scriptures

And got the nerve to feel you want me out of 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, introducing 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 this 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 say

Fly 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