W.w.s.d. Lyrics - Ab-soul

(Interlude) 

- Mo' than a man, I been died and rose again 

Fast life, slow motion, these days 

- Well I've been out walkin' 

I don't do that much talkin' these days 

- I gotta stop smokin' cigarettes 

- These days, these days I seem to think a lot 

About the things that I fo'got to do 

And all the times I had the chance to 

- Yo, how the fuck my new girl got me jealous of otha girls 

I think I live in anotha world 

- And I have a luva 

But it's so hard to risk anotha 

These days 

- These days 

- These days 

- Aye, he wrote this shit when he was sixteen he said 

I'm twenty seve, this is like my whole life 

This 

- Now if I seem to be afraid 

To live the life that I have made in time 

- You know all I like to do is keep it real 

Solo... hoe 

- Well it's just that I have been losin' 

- Can I win one time 

- So long 

- Yeah, its that pain you was talkin' about 

Can I win one time 

(Verse) 

So many pills I should've slipped already 

My lungs the same color as my lips already 

Expensive clothes, insufficient funds 

Me & my bros switchin' hoes just fo' fun 

The money and bitches is all we care about 

Very far from home if you worried about my whereabouts 

Chasing the light at the end of the fuckin' tunnel 

Pray fo' Sydney, send Tia a text, tell her I luv you 

The devil is a lie, neva let him persevere 

God took my angel, and left me here, it's happy here 

(Interlude) 

- Well I will keep on movin', movin' on 

Things are bound to be improvin' these days 

- It's long term, this shit real 

- I luv these days 

- It will all make sense one day my nigga 

I even been on songs with Common 

It's crazy 

- These days I'll sit on corner stones 

- Can't stop me my nigga, yeah 

- Count the time and Quarter Jones today, my friends 

Don't confront me with my faith! 

- Can't achieve success without failure, babe 

- I have not fo'got to mend 

(Verse 2) 

Diggin' fo' gold in these Codeine bottles 

Tryna picture potential in these Instagram models (like) 

Information racin' around the internet 

Befo the iPad was invented, I had a pad of writtens 

Smokin' a cig on the side of the house 

Tryna figure it out 

The axe didn't cut it, moms told me cut it out 

Clem told me always take pride in my work 

I clutch the mic with blessed hands at all my concerts 

Why his name Solo, how is he so smart 

We can see his 4 footprints in the sand when he walk 

I like to refer to myself in 3rd person from the 3rd person 

That's a outta body experience of self 

So I can see me fo' me and no one else 

Don't need to see a Em-E, award or no jail 

I'm at them like a cell, I just wanna be free 

All this chatter from the chattel nigga 

I don't speak sheep, this TDE and nothing beyond that 

Told Du Dog I don't even need to read the contract! 

Yeah, as if some legal documents can stop me 

Legalize, legal lies, legal eyes, oh I see 

I did it while you were sittin' wishin' 

Ask my nigga DZA 

All my verses hearses leavin' churches 

Not the cheap chicken 

And I luv the Beast Coast 

But what about the best one 

Whats your life without a soul 

A dead one 

Yeah Mac, you ain't got bars like that Mac