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Silas - These Days (feat. Logic) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Silas
Silas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Manco
Anthony Manco
Songwriter
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Anna Aaron
Anna Aaron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Post
Post
Producer
Presto
Presto
Producer
Vontae Thomas
Vontae Thomas
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
These days, all I got is money on mind
Late night walkin' down the street, it's never fine
When we hit the stu, they say ya boy one of a kind
Masking my emotions, baby girl, say what you find, yeah
[Verse 2]
Boss up, boss up, boss up, boss up like I'm 2 Chain
Come through Kung Fu, breakin' records on my Wu Tang
She just dance that Magic City sippin' D'USSÉ
Industry like Russian roulette on a Tuesday, wow
'Member when we used to dream about crowds
Now in my free time, I'm moving through clouds
Feedin' my fam and I'm holdin' it down
What is losers gon' talk about now?
Say that I'm winning, been praying since kiddie
And times that I really just wouldn't go finish
I think of my actions and wonder 'bout passion
I'm living the realest, I think that I'll ghost
I'm moving coast, you do the most on the 'Gram
And yeah, we float like I suppose
You boys a joke don't get to close, we keepin' notes
Have mercy on my soul, on my soul like, hey
How does you feel when you walk in the place? Bitch, it feel great (Great)
How does it feel when you pushin' the wax? Never be late (Late)
They waited for checks, waited for Nike's
Waited for less, waited for Silas
Waited for Post, they waited for this
I'm bringing the hits, the fuck off my dick
[Verse 3]
These days, all I got is money on mind
Late night walkin' down the street, it's never fine
When we hit the stu, they say ya boy one of a kind
Masking my emotions, baby girl, say what you find, what you find
[Verse 4]
Got a lot up on my mind
These days, they don't fuck with you unless you press rewind
Switching up that 808, we bouncin' all the time
Racks inside my backpack, got yo girlfriend on my line
These days, all I wanna do is the press the line
These nights workin' and you know we 'bout to fly
Lately, I been thinkin' 'bout you when you on my mind
Shawty, come and fuck with me and I'ma make you mine, aye
[Verse 5]
These days, all I got is money on mind
Late night walkin' down the street, it's never fine
When we hit the stu, they say ya boy one of a kind
Masking my emotions, baby girl, say what you find
[Verse 6]
These days, all I got is money on mind
Late night walkin' down the street, it's never fine
When we hit the stu, they say ya boy one of a kind
Masking my emotions, baby girl, say what you find, what you find
[Verse 7]
Tell me what you know about dreams
Tell me what you know about nightmares, nothing
Know this life ain't always what it seem
Know this life ain't always what it, what it, aye
[Verse 8]
One time, two time, three time
Got a lot of money but I got no me time
What I need, balance, balance, what's my balance?
Twenty-five million, need a new challenge
Up late night, met The Roots on Fallon
Everybody wonder why the boy stay wilin'
Never give a damn, no, I never gave a damn
I'm the man with a plan, yeah, you know who I am
Walk up in and everybody know who I am
Now they wanna show love, now they wanna be fam
But I told you in the beginning, I never give a damn
Money so tall, I'ma need a rubber band
Too much to count, too much to count, too much to count
Tell God I'ma need another hand
Too much pussy in the world, goddamn
Baby girl, know I love you but you need another man
Mind on my money and my money on my mind
Feelin' fine, one of a kind, been ill with the rhyme
Silas from the burg from the home of the terrapins (Whoo)
Boy blowin' up like a terrorist (Goddamn)
That don't mean he gotta speak Arabic
World so PC I'ma need a therapist (Mama)
Aye, look at me one mo 'gain
On top of my gang, yeah, that's word to my kin
On top of the game, yeah, that's word to my pen
If I had an opportunity, I'd do it all again
Coming for the head buckshot, I win
I don't play games, I star in 'em
That's word to Naughty Dog, that's word to Last of Us
Bobby boy, slow it down, rapping too fast for us
I'ma keep going, I'm knowing, I'm passing the torch to the boy now go in
[Verse 9]
These days, all I got is money on mind
Late night walkin' down the street, it's never fine
When we hit the stu, they say ya boy one of a kind
Masking my emotions, baby girl, say what you find, what you find
Written by: Anna Aaron, Anthony Manco, Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
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