the city Yo where you all at man? Verse (Ghostface Killah) Yo it's Staten Island New York the forgotten borough Home of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough Since the days
still live in the same town, well, don't we? But I don't see you around anymore I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you Your days are numbered
to feel decent Casket shopping for a loved one that is still breathing Swear that shit got in the way of Summer Avoiding calendars, since all your days were numbered
type Now my phones on silent, I'm being polite Private callers get no love from me Just let me be? Oh my Gosh, my days are getting longer And
type Now my phones on silent im being polite) Now private callers get no love from me Just let me be... [chorus] Oh my gosh my days are getting longer
days I'm gone Together me and you by phone I promised I'll be gone for a while When you see me again I hope that you have been The kind of person That you really are
Intro: Check it on the one you Com is gonna come (X3) And check it out ha. Verse 1: My raps do laps around tracks to the days The idiot vibin' I'
???? Movin up like I got a raise Yet I get it so so paid Now just let me out this cage Lookin like I been up for days Them kids are walkin zombies, not
-1 900 before I let her get a number to my phone- I'm so cold even if my gutta' chicken ain't got no pockets- her pockets are on swoll. She brangin' protection
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended And all I've ever seen
I should go into the night alone Get inside of the cyclone It's like I want to break my bones To get over you 'cos if I stay I'm number two anyway Like
The eye is winkin', the winds ablaze Angels howlin', the Sphinx awakens But what can she say, you'd be amazed Down there your, days are numbers You're no numbers
're my number one, there's no number two I'd need an extra day on the week An extra hour on the clock Just to show you how beautiful you are You're so
Hey what's up? Leave your name and your number And I'll call you back God bless It's been so long Since I've held you Yet thoughts of you come to me
All our days are numbered Some live on borrowed time But life is what you make it Thank God I was so inclined To accept my Lord and Savior When the good
on, come on and dance with me I can't believe it's 4 a.m. Where did the time go? I could sit here for days and days Just hanging with you alone We got
It's time to go It's time to go It's time to go It's time to go The lights are on, the club is closed You don't wanna leave 'cause you love the h***
' And you ain't stop to think about niggaz runnin' their mouth Niggaz cessed you out, that's how it goes down What happened to the days When we could