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dl incognito - days gone كلمات الأغنية

[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, 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 l_st?
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 be spending 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 sh_t [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 fl!ck through [echoed]
you still rhyming? [echoed]
yeah, still trying
d_mn, 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 sn_tch 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 [???’s] good, and i got time to enjoy it, [echoed]
find us at home, where the roses are th_rnless, [echoed]
needed a better garden for my daughter to grow in, [echoed]
it’s not much, but i love my life, [echoed]
d_mn _ 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_

- dl incognito

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