Teksty:
Will Smith Just One Of Those Days

smell Maybe one day I'll get smart and change my ways But for now it's just one of those days It's just one of those days

like my kind Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one

Michael W. Smith and Brent Bourgeois I remember when you took a stand But those days don't last Sweet dreams die fast A stumble when

sleeping on the same bench, for nine days Living off of hot water and cheerios Here it goes, my click back gotta roll Nigga mom was thinking throwed A 24 fists apposed to those

you realize That you've been rocked with Jeff's plain skills The diobolocal, and my man Will And we're (so fresh) [Will Smith] Ha, Big Will is (so fresh

, slightly tightly Mom, your wish came true-I got one just like me My life be so good, so good Ka-chicka-chicka Ka-chicka-chicka-good Things come to those

dig I just heard a song that reminded me of times when you were finding me Rhyming in Greenwich Village circa 1993 Yeah those were the salad days my

world of snakes And those who fake Elimination I'm facing Destruction Outlaw till I duck down [echo] From po po's bustin' No one to trust in Rushing

you realize That you've been rocked with Jeff's plain skills The diobolocal, and my man Will And we're (so fresh) [Will Smith] Ha, Big Will is (so fresh