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von Monte Booker

(Oh) these days I wonder why
Sometimes I see the sign (oh)
I′ll scream up to the sky
These days, these days, these days (oh)
These days, don't call for peace
Set fire to the peace (oh)
These days, we turn the tide
These days, these days, these days

These days, I just have to laugh at the script
They built the world on sand, castles collapse and they sit
Keep it serene till you come with the racket and shit
Now I′m Serena, the pacifist shit is past and it's tense
They said, "they won't let us in"
I said they really playin′ catch up


Mine′s Ben Maverick, no if-buts
I don't give a rat′s ass or a squirrel's last fuck
Everything apostrophe, the world is mine from Monster C
They didn′t shots fired, they just bullets in the wind
Word to Dylan, and my kid is next kin
If I ever die, I'm serious, bitch is crazy
Need a lad that′s padded and peaceful

I am Tracy, keep my ass fat and smile at TV
I need my Benjamin, I need my grants, I need my taxes
You need some air, you need some grass
You need that passion
Target cracked, they sharpen my sword, the Greeks are sassy
Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, Baby DJ, maybe the last one

On my own, me, emergency on every special
They do their deep replay, and I see it watch them blossom
(Not for the weak) not for the weak
Work out there just to scrape, to eat (just to sit)
Holes in our boat, but although they try they can't cut the rope

(Oh) these days I wonder why
Sometimes I see the sign (oh)
I'll scream up to the sky
These days, these days, these days (oh)
These days, don′t call for peace
Set fire to the peace (oh)
These days, we turn the tide
These days, these days, these days