Days Gone

[Intro]

*Drum Beat*

[Hook]

Ba-boom-ba-daa, Ba-boom-ba-daa-da-da-da [x4]

[Verse 1]

Livin' it up, or just stuck in a rut?

I look at myself in the mirror and get star-struck

I look at my face with a beard and I remember I was clean cut

Drank so many years, it's time to lose this gut

Open my wallet in the mornin' - how I spend so much?

Where did my money go? It's sus, plus got me all messed up

Felt the need to buy her a drink, got no game or guts

You're like an angel sent from Heaven, is it love or lust?

Gotta be wiser with my cash, it don't grow on trees

At the bar with strangers sayin' "next round's on me", "next round's on me", "the next round's on me"

I look to my right and my left, it's all empty seats

The foul smell of another defeat, that stench on me

When will I learn to be the man my mother said I'm down to be?;

It wasn't just a figure of speech, and this is me;

Fall a little short of my potential to be

[Hook]

Ba-boom-ba-daa, Ba-boom-ba-daa-da-da-da [x4]

[Verse 2 - ]

I feel I can't write when I'm sober

So I keep taking over, and over

No longer getting hangovers

Learn to keep my composure, my cup is never empty

I guess it's half full - evidently

Some times I feel my life's empty

That part where I envision of me

[???] a house, some kids, a wife - raise a family

Like most of my homies, we became fathers, left me lonely

So I wonder if I envy them, or do they envy me?

No responsibilities, so searching for my purpose

But nervous, that I may never find what I've been searching

I'm searching, but come up empty handed like a gold rush, I'm hurting

From my past it haunts me like a first crush

The one that got a way, I used to love, his [?bug?]

And the one I got, I just can't never love, his [?bug?]

Gotta open up my heart, if I'm to ever trust

But the story of my life comes with all of the above, included

[Hook]

Ba-boom-ba-daa, Ba-boom-ba-daa-da-da-da [x4]

[Verse 3 - D-Sisive]

Listen, I was downtown browsing

Wasting a dollar on another pair of sneakers, and an outfit, when

I should have been home filling pages

But I'd rather spend skrilla that I haven't made yet, so

I carry Bradshaw bags, hanging from my fingers

Stroll Queen Streets, low glance in windows

Finger tip-tapping on my shoulder, turned around

Oh shit [echoed]

I haven't seen you since the school yard cyphers

Man it's been a minute

But I see you in every newspaper I flick through [echoed]

You still rhyming? [echoed]

Yeah, still trying

Damn, D- it must be nice, I suppose

So what have you been up to?

Me? [echoed]

Nothing quite like you, [echoed]

Remember Melanie from high school? [echoed]

I put a ring on it, had to snatch that [echoed]

And we had a baby girl too - lapse back [echoed]

Gimme one sec, peep the wallet size, [echoed]

Thank God she's got her mommas eyes, [echoed]

And my diploma, got me employment

The guap's good, and I got time to enjoy it, [echoed]

Find us at home, where the roses are thornless, [echoed]

Needed a better garden for my daughter to grow in, [echoed]

It's not much, but I love my life, [echoed]

Damn - it must be nice

It must be nice, it must be nice

[Hook]

Ba-boom-ba-daa, Ba-boom-ba-daa-da-da-da [x4]

[Outro]

*Drum Beat*