Текст песни These Days - Thoreau

These Days

Imma throw up in the whip
Tell shawty pull over quick
Her driving making me sick
But she don’t listen to shit
Love her to death but she gone be the death of me
Say is you deaf, cuz I can’t get a check on me
I hate the club but somehow she still get me out
She get me drunk and somehow she figure me out
Things that I wish I could be and who I really am
I should be quiet now this shit getting out of hand, yeah
And it’s getting out of hand
I don’t really evn expect them to undrstand
What I’m about these days
And I’m a little stressed out these days
Yeah
But it’s getting out of hand
I don’t really even expect them to understand
What I’m about these days
And I’m a little stressed out these days
Yeah, yeah
Catching the corner I hit the curb I’m spinning
Almost got a DUI right in front of my house, yeah
The shit that I do to myself when I can’t take the stress
Cheers to my nerves, I’ll drink until there’s nothing left
I hate the club but somehow she still get me out
She get me drunk and somehow she figure me out
Things that I wish I could be and who I really am
I should be quiet now this shit getting out of hand, yeah
Getting out of hand, yeah
Yeah, and it’s getting out of hand
I don’t really even expect them to understand
What I’m about these days
And I’m a little stressed out these days
Yeah
But it’s getting out of hand
I don’t really even expect them to understand
What I’m about these days
And I’m a little stressed out these days
Yeah, ey