It makes me realize I got no right to complain I guess Cause right now all I can see It's just been one those days for me Rush hour traffic Always puts me in a bad mood I got chewed out by the boss today And now I'm stuck on highway ninety two Then you

Take me back to the days when I was young Let's look back, back to the moment when I followed sin with every step and every breath I wanted what I couldn't have, it was never enough Forgotten innocence, just a shadow of who I was meant to become. Is this

Na na na na I'll always remember you I'm so thankful for the moments so glad I got to know ya The times that we had I'll keep like a photograph And hold you in my heart forever Na na na na na Yesterday's gone we gotta keep moving on I always knew this

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Ounces of weed Got your own If you at my table Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid Major weight make it hard for them to imitate Rolex tell the daytime and the date

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got love for us, but what about last year? I remember what you said behind our back And you sweared to your god that we wouldn't do shit. We are the new kings. I don't forget! Take a look at who's standing before

Akon (akon) This is the ultimate journey of your life Where the weak die and the strong survive Prepare to suffer 40 days and 40 nights Strap on your boots because you got a long hike Just another journey, another journey into time

We can make it work We, Jah people, can make it work Come together and make it work, yeah Five days to go, working for the next day Four days to go, working for the next day Say we got, three days to go now, working for the next day Two days to go (ooh),

And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November