Days Of Our Lives Lyrics - De La Soul

[Common] 

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh 

[Chorus: De La] + (Common) 

[Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Com? (I'm just tryin to be) 

[Pos] That's it? (Stayin focused so my mind is free) 

[Dave] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons 

[Dave] If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon) 

[Pos] Too soon? 

[Common] 

I want the boom in the back of the truck 

Ain't nuttin 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 

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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 celery 

Hell and I do sometimes, still the sunshine ain't even all day 

(Yeah) 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 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 car, seen the jiggiest of stars 

become dust, and one love become lust for the papers 

Had you gassed now that - gas became vapors 

Tricked your cash on ice; shoulda 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 niggaz inches 

Takin miles and mules, it's the wildest rules 

I'm tryin to walk in the black scent of proudest shoes 

Makin music that the crowds can use 

Photos 

[Chorus: Pos, Com] + (Dave) 

[Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Dave? (With sunshine and shade) 

[Com] That's it? (Tinted window grades and Kool-Aid) 

[DeLa] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons 

[DeLa] If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon) 

[Pos] Too soon? 

[Dave] 

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 days 

We break it down in these three ways 

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

in the sunroom froze, put your flick on pause (and pop a cork) 

There's no occasion nigga it's just because 

I'm celebratin for a hell of a day 

Get these barbie filets on hot charcoal tracks, so black 

Darko Pecoltrane 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 (ha) 

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

While y'all stand on the corner, stoned like Chris {?} 

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 

[Chorus: Com, Dave] + (Pos) 

[Com] Yo how the days of your life goes Merce? (Man I'm just holdin my head) 

[Dave] That's it? (Shit, I'm also tryin to hold this bread) 

[DeLa] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons 

[DeLa] If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon) 

[Dave] Too soon? 

[Posdonus] 

I furnished the rooms, and mortgage on these 

See them quittin ass rappers caused a shortage on these 

The soul boys of big illa-noyz get the praise 

We break it down in these three ways 

My moms 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 'fore you enter the booth 

Words thrown together with very little truth 

And a select few can do it (true) you ain't part of them scriptures 

And got the nerve to feel you want me out 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, introducin 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 the 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 I say 

Is the fly the currency to save the day 

Can't turn it away, cause we out 

to find presennce way beyond our measure, so baby don't pout 

[Common] 

Don't pout, De La Soul now turn it out 

Don't pout, Common Sense'll turn it out 

Don't pout.