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Days of Wild
by Prince
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(Hold... hold... hold onto your wits!)
Break down
This is a bust (Hold onto your wits!)
All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
If you don't play, bite the dust
Cause in a couple of simple fuckin' phrases
I'm gonna hip you to the fuckin' place of
The brand new mad style, uh
Cause these are the days of wild - hit me!
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
Pop guns and weed?
Brother please!
We're to wise for now, since the other 90's was better suited for that biz
Back when Dick was fuckin' Liz
Before soda pop had fizz
Don't blame it on a jockstrap full of jizz
Mentality so insane
I got a Tech-9 to and it's called my brain
Shoot another brother? Not today
Death from envy is the only way
Here I can tear shit up 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild
Hooker, bitch and ho, I don't think so
I only knew one and never told her though
I thought about many times (Diss me?)
But that's the kind of shit that make you check your mind
Is your blood type the type that flows
Or is your blood type the type just stereo?
A woman every day should be thanked
Not disrespected, not raped or spanked
And if a woman ever said I did
Uh, she's a motherfuckin' liar and I'm a set-up kid
And I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
Oh oh oh, by the way, I play guitar!
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
Up until the day another want to laugh behind your back
Sayin' we all look the same, huh
God bless America, home of the brave
I'd rather dress to make a woman stare
I'm puttin' on somethin' that another won't dare
It's a freezer burn compared to cool
And if you still got loot, then who's the fool?
Everybody want to take the stand
Mind your own motherfucker, let a man be a man
I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild - hit me!
Much props to the upside down double six
Baddest, freezer burnin', head turnin', make a brother yearnin',
Sister walkin' the face
You know who you are
For love
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
[Repeat to fade]
Hit me!
(Hold... hold... hold onto your wits!)
Break down
This is a bust (Hold onto your wits!)
All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
If you don't play, bite the dust
Cause in a couple of simple fuckin' phrases
I'm gonna hip you to the fuckin' place of
The brand new mad style, uh
Cause these are the days of wild - hit me!
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
Pop guns and weed?
Brother please!
We're to wise for now, since the other 90's was better suited for that biz
Back when Dick was fuckin' Liz
Before soda pop had fizz
Don't blame it on a jockstrap full of jizz
Mentality so insane
I got a Tech-9 to and it's called my brain
Shoot another brother? Not today
Death from envy is the only way
Here I can tear shit up 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild
Hooker, bitch and ho, I don't think so
I only knew one and never told her though
I thought about many times (Diss me?)
But that's the kind of shit that make you check your mind
Is your blood type the type that flows
Or is your blood type the type just stereo?
A woman every day should be thanked
Not disrespected, not raped or spanked
And if a woman ever said I did
Uh, she's a motherfuckin' liar and I'm a set-up kid
And I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
Oh oh oh, by the way, I play guitar!
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
Up until the day another want to laugh behind your back
Sayin' we all look the same, huh
God bless America, home of the brave
I'd rather dress to make a woman stare
I'm puttin' on somethin' that another won't dare
It's a freezer burn compared to cool
And if you still got loot, then who's the fool?
Everybody want to take the stand
Mind your own motherfucker, let a man be a man
I can tear shit up y'all 'cause that's my style
And these are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild - hit me! (Hold onto your wits!)
These are the days of wild - hit me!
Much props to the upside down double six
Baddest, freezer burnin', head turnin', make a brother yearnin',
Sister walkin' the face
You know who you are
For love
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
[Repeat to fade]
Hit me!
