, today Days and days, days and days, days and days, days and days, days Days and days and days and days, days and days and days and days Come on now
in my neighborhood 'Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete High-top fade, with no need for a blonde streak Now let me chill, it's a sign of maturity And
Maybe it's just a phase The days and the nights and the nights and the days Of tossing and turning and buring and churning Inside my brain Or, maybe
page. the lyrics are as follows: Maybe it's twist of fate But the days and the nites and the nites and days Are all tossing and turning and turning and
, falling, falling into my seventh life My father rode a motorcycle naked in the rain Mother, a flower girl, blonde and 18 Three long days in the Colorado
neighborhood [MC Serch] Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete High-top fade, with no need for a blonde streak Now let me chill, it's a sign of maturity And
