On the bad days we remember all of the wrong fears all the open ears we think we live forever and then we find out we're dead all that you gave is now
On the bad days We remember all of the wrong fears All the open ears We think we live forever And then we find out we're dead All that you gave is now
There are days I wanna leave L.A. I wanna break out the maze escape the dark haze these days so many kids I know your feelin' crazed crave material thangs
Yo, check it out First verse, drop it Lord knows I'm gonna make it. To brighter days I'm on my way. I dreamed before and saw the way that I was misbehaving
your jaw pimp slappin' I been baggin' the bad broads, I been mackin' I been packin' the mack 10s, I been clappin' before the twins crashed in Manhattan, I bin laden so quit the actin' before
them talk, telling jokes in my head, Here we are before the dawn, cold and black, death and scorn, Here they are, lust and grief, to oversee the crime, In the days before
Oil, what do you say?" We were runnin' through the night Never knowin' if we would see the light Paranoid schizophrenic visions Livin' in fear of the
) Each now must become you?re something you?re not and love from the ones above you Fear is your deepest wisdom of these last days. [Chorus] The bad, they'll always finish bad
always would be a part of me, it made me the truest And even when my days were the bluest I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it Fear ain't
you weren't happy With me and i've had days i wanted to leave But to think about one day or one night without you Baby it's the fear of losing love The
be rain And as beautiful as life is there still could be pain Down the block I hear the sirens just-a screaming away And then the inevitable happens the ending of days
even when my days were the bluest I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it You get courage in your fears
from the floor, and raise it up Then you hit 'em in the head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy
had mattered before were laughable shattered at the door give it autobiographical point of pivot week and the weekend before I wanted power but all
the streak of dawn, but, God, he looked ghastly pale! He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee, and before nightfall,
you know what I'd give you The next time he hurt you bad, baby Let me make it all okay First I'ma come and get you good (Out the hood, from no fear)
