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The Old Days

アーティスト:Phora  アルバム:One Life to Live 

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It's that type of joint that you burn, put in your system and row to. I ain't got to spark a blunt I'm keeping it old school Just me and my music and my '03 Camry It ain't much but if it gets me to my girl shit I'll be happy Rolling through my city passing streets I used to walk through. Memories of school and all the girls I used to talk to Flashbacks to the time when I drank my first mickeys Paint stains on my Dickies, freight trains on a quickie. Graff writers know what the fuck I'm talking about Member the very first time you got socked in the mouth? I do. Every week I used to get my ass beat All the times I ran from the cops coulda been a athlete. I ain't tryna have cuffs on my wrists in the backseat... so I'm running through your backyard like it's a track meet See, I ain't a criminal, just a youngster with problems And I don't show up to school 'cause the teachers say not to bother Prolly 'cause they lost HOPE in our generation. All I needed was some guidance and some elevation. But they ain't have it so I tried to act cool and hung with the wrong crowd Never follow the rules so I bump this song loud. So selfish I never thought id make mom proud Now she taking pictures from the crowd she need a calm down. Taggin' me on Facebook every 4 minutes. Never made a song without putting my soul in it And this is only getting started This is for my dearly departed, we out here living homie I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days Miss the good times, back when


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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