These Days Lyrics - Ab-soul

[Hook: O'My's] (x3) 

These days I've seen my best 

Need be lay me to rest 

Smoke, drink, relieve my stress 

Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess 

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] 

(Swear to God this the only time I've used this flow) 

I'm older than man, I died and I rose again 

I left these holes in my hand just so you know who I am 

An alien, extraterrestrial, ET's a mini me, you understand? 

Look what I did, smoke like a chimney 

Then after that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's 

So many styles I write with a ghost 

Like I had assistance, but this is just dope, dope 

Bottles of Belaire, the prince is the freshest 

Tree by the elbow we get for the LO 

So I should be happy, but this shit is stressin' 

Staring at heaven like ''fuck is perfection?'' 

I'm popping downers to deal with depression 

Cause when you the plug here come the finessing, finessing 

Smoking dope with the hitters 

Don't know no new niggas and business is business 

Can I get a motherfucking witness? 

[Hook] (x2)