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[ti:The Old Days] |
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Verse 1: Phora |
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Its that type of joint that you burn put in your system and roll to |
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I ain't got to spark a blunt I'm keeping it old school |
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Just me and my music and my 03 Camry |
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It ain't much but if it gets me to my girl shit I'll be happy |
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Rolling through my city passing streets I used to walk through |
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Memories of school and all the girls I used to talk to |
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Flashbacks to the time when I drank my first Mickey's |
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Paint stains on my dickies, Freight trains on a quickie |
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Graf writers know what the fuck I'm talking about |
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Member the very first time you got socked in the mouth? I do |
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Every week I used to get my ass beat |
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All the times I ran from the cops could've been an athlete |
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I ain't tryna have cuffs on my wrists in the backseat |
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So I'm running through your backyard like it's a track meet |
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See, I ain't a criminal, just a youngster with problems |
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And I don't show up to school cause the teachers say not to bother |
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Prolly cause they lost hope in our generation. |
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All I needed was some guidance and some elevation. |
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But they ain't have it so I tried to act cool and hung with the wrong crowd |
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Never follow the rules so I bump this song loud |
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So selfish I never thought I'd make mom proud, now she taking pictures from the crowd she need to calm down |
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Tagging me on Facebook every four minutes |
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Never made a song without putting my soul in it |
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And this is only getting started |
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This is for my dearly departed, we out here living homie |
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Hook |
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I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days |
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Miss the good times, back when everything was okay |
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Cause we had no worries, no cares |
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But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair |
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I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days |
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Miss the good times, back when everything was okay |
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Cause we had no worries, no cares |
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But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair |
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Cause we had no worries, no cares |
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But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair |
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Verse 2 |
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So rest in peace to the peeps I'll never see again |
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I been seeing grandpa in moods that I've never seen him in |
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85 years old, still keeping it moving with a smile on his face saying "There's still room for improvement" |
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He ain't got a big house, and he's still pushing a bucket. |
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But he taught me how to love life even when I had nothing |
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I rock my dirty Chuck's like they were Jordan's made of gold. |
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I keep my head to the sky and I never look below |
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Sip my fourty with a passion, this is for all my people |
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I promised to keep you living till the day I'm in a casket |
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Life ain't what it was, and its so hard to get used to |
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Blues Clues and Coco Puffs, before there was a YouTube |
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Used to, love to walk to school in the rain |
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Railroads, watching trains pass envision my name on every one of them |
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All my 90's kids know where I'm coming from |
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Rugrats on Saturday mornings right when the sun is up |
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Raised in Southern Cali, got that California mind state |
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So don't blame me if I cut you off in traffic |
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I used to tell girls I'm a rapper over MySpace |
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Even before I started rapping |
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Yeah homie, I miss them old days |
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Miss cruising through Anaheim with pops bumping the o'jays |
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So all my real niggas put your glass up |
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You never know if it's your last one |
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This is for the old days |
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I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days |
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Miss the good times, back when everything was okay |
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Cause we had no worries, no cares |
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But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair.. |