get done And I?m running out of days All these little things in life They all create this haze There?s too many things to get done And I?m running out of days
get done And I'm running out of days All these little things in life They all create this haze There's too many things to get done And I'm running out of days
Translation: 3 Doors Down. Running Out Of Days.
to get done And I'm running out of days All these little things in life They all create this haze There's too many things to get done And I'm running out of days
get done, and I'm running out of days All these little things in life they all create this haze There's too many things to get done, and I'm running out of days
bottle sipping Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get in 10 years, in two days Ladies
can see it in your eyes, you ain't each spit the mack out Now you ain't even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out I'm a thug shout, where my
down And if they step on your toes Shut 'em down, shut 'em down Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
that If I'm in it the escalade, that mean I'm gettin paid If you knock 3 times or more that mean I'm gettin laid. Shout out to rosay, free weezy all
Glove behind the boards Yo, dropping that funky-ass bass line, yeah You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass niggaz out there A lot of punk-ass bitches out
When I open up the door and I step into a floor See me running down the way To another place I'll stay In this room there is a door From another endless
here Yo, my nigga Glove behind the boards Yo, dropping that funky-ass bassline, yeah You know, you know there's alot of punk-ass niggaz out there A lot of punk-ass bitches out
a dream we are your team imagination is the coach we are always winning hope is the winning shot but the shot clock is running out hyperventilating people running
down, shut em down, shut em down Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down Shut em down, shut em down, shut em
niggas is dreamin' schemin on making a million Tryin' feed they children and police keep coming around And keep tryin' to beat you down, and take you out
selling wars door-to-door. Remember, we're looking for the closest thing we can find to John Wayne. Cliches abound like kangaroos ? courtesy of some spaced out
