'm better off alone These days, these days You think you can give me what i want You say, you say I think i'm better off alone These days, these days
These days (These days) These days You think you can give me what I want You say (You say) You say I think I'm better off alone These days (These days
Перевод: 3 Doors Down. Эти дни.
i'm better off alone These days, these days You think you can give me what i want You say, you say I think i'm better off alone These days, these days
[Chorus] The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days though, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you
! Guess I'll reroute Maybe somewhere in the depths of the couch oooh, Jackpot, yeah Open Sesame mouth! Down the hatchet, the feeling you can't match it A rat tap tap on your door
so confused Days that I don't know who Gave these molecules too Me What am I gone do Had the prodical son The diabolical one Very methodical I slaughtered them (Chorus) It's 3
down Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop [Chorus:] As the World Turns These are the days
blend in Like they aint obvious out of towners Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these
f-ck these bitch ass n-ggas how yall doin? I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges I dont eat sushi, I'm the shit
gone be on [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizzy] It's the original bang bang and I don't give a f**k about none of these muthaf**kas Still get down foe my damn thang
drug wars just another day in the life You fucked over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm up and down I-10, with a car
Peter Pan quick knock off the doors off Dont get me started ive been retarded watch me mow down A bay bay! Im straight gangsta From my feet and cat down
important I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life Afterlife still torchin' and blazin' these mics It'd rain for 40 days and 40 nights And I'd return on the 3
I'll reroute, maybe somewhere in the depths of the couch Oh, jackpot, yeah, open Sesame mouth Down the hatch, had the feelin' you can't match it A rat-tat-tap on your door