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Description
Producer: monte booker
Arranger, Recording Engineer, Mixer: Monte Booker
Recording Engineer, Mixer, Mixing Engineer: Bryan Schwaller
Mastering Engineer: Nicolas De Porcel
Lyrics and translation
Original
These days, I wonder why.
Sometimes I see a sign. I scream up to the sky.
These days, these days, these days. These days don't call for peace.
Set fire to the east. Please say we turn the tides.
These days, -these days, these days.
-These days, I just have to laugh at the script. They built the world on sandcastles, collapse and they sit.
Keep it serene 'til you come with the racket and shit.
Now I'm serene in the past, this shit is past its tense. They said they won't let us in.
I said they really playing catch up. Ma's been maverick, no if, buts.
I don't give a rat's ass or a squirrel's last pup. Everything apostrophe.
The world is mine from muster see. These ain't shots fired, these just bullets in the wind.
Word to Dylan and my kid is next of kin. If I ever die mysteriously, bitch, it's crazy.
Need a pad that's padded and peaceful. I am Tracy.
Keep my ass fat and smiling teeth full. I need my Benjamins, I need my Grants, I need my Jacksons.
You need some air, you need some grass, you need that passion.
Target practice, sharpen my sword, they create an assassin.
Nope, nope, nope, nope, baby, these days I need them last ones.
On my enemy, emergency on every station.
They do their deeds, we plant our seeds, watch them blossom.
Not for the weak, not for the weak. Work all day just to scrape to eat.
Holes in our boat, but although they try, they can't cut through.
These days, I wonder why.
Sometimes I see a sign. I scream up to the sky.
These days, these days, these days. These days don't call for peace.
Set fire to the east.
Please say we turn the tides. These days, these days, these days.
English translation
These days, I wonder why.
Sometimes I see a sign. I scream up to the sky.
These days, these days, these days. These days don't call for peace.
Set fire to the east. Please say we turn the tides.
These days, -these days, these days.
-These days, I just have to laugh at the script. They built the world on sandcastles, collapse and they sit.
Keep it serene 'til you come with the racket and shit.
Now I'm serene in the past, this shit is past its tense. They said they won't let us in.
I said they really playing catch up. Ma's been maverick, no if, buts.
I don't give a rat's ass or a squirrel's last pup. Everything apostrophe.
The world is mine from muster see. These ain't shots fired, these just bullets in the wind.
Word to Dylan and my kid is next of kin. If I ever die mysteriously, bitch, it's crazy.
Need a pad that's padded and peaceful. I am Tracy.
Keep my ass fat and smiling teeth full. I need my Benjamins, I need my Grants, I need my Jacksons.
You need some air, you need some grass, you need that passion.
Target practice, sharpen my sword, they create an assassin.
Nope, nope, nope, nope, baby, these days I need them last ones.
On my enemy, emergency on every station.
They do their deeds, we plant our seeds, watch them blossom.
Not for the weak, not for the weak. Work all day just to scrape to eat.
Holes in our boat, but although they try, they can't cut through.
These days, I wonder why.
Sometimes I see a sign. I scream up to the sky.
These days, these days, these days. These days don't call for peace.
Set fire to the east.
Please say we turn the tides. These days, these days, these days.