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I wish I was a kid again, |
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Runnin' with my friends an' 'em, up and down the streets |
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Waiting on the better rent, riding on the school bus, drawing on the seats |
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On the phone all night with the girl I like that, she claims she's a freak |
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It's straight I could neva go back, I would neva go back, but it would be cool to see |
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Rise and shine, get up off my ass and mash for cash |
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No time to procrastinate |
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Yeah, I'd rather drink a 40 but they have to wait |
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I ride a bucket it's kinda of rusty but I blast the base |
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On the road again for the prods we in |
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The block used to be sunny but they snowed it in |
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Now the junkie scrape change for the dollar menu |
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That's what he said, but the rock is what he really into |
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Gave him a dollar anyway, cause who knows |
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Maybe the dope boy baby needs some new clothes |
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Cah we all going through it, no matter how you view it |
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Slice it, cut it, bring it back or screw it |
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Hot as ever been but I'm cooling it, aight |
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The AC never works on my window, down |
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Not worry, kids will reset the days, reminiscence good lord |
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When I used to run the places sometimes |
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Sometimes! |
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I wish I was a kid again, |
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Runnin' with my friends an' 'em, up and down the streets |
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Waiting on the better rent, riding on the school bus, drawing on the seats |
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On the phone all night with the girl I like that, she claims she's a freak |
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It's straight I could neva go back, I would neva go back, but it would be cool to see |
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Grandma Annie on the go, cooking in the kitchen something good for my soul |
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G.I. Joes on all on her living room floor |
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It seems like yesterday, but she passed so long a go, good heavens |
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I wanna go to church but ain't no good reverends |
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She probably frowning on me now because I know better |
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But I push on, searching for some kush on |
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To pay the bills and the responsibilities that I diss on |
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Not a pot to piss in, a tree to piss on, the devil come around too much |
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I'm hollarin' get gone |
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But it's hard to get off when you can't get on |
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I poured my life on this wax, nobody listons (listens) |
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So I cruise, me and just my blues |
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Looking at the world through my broken rear view |
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Not worried, cause I pray for better days, reminiscence good lord how I used to run them places sometimes |
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Sometimes I wish I was a kid again, |
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Runnin' with my friends an' 'em, up and down the streets |
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Waiting on the better rent, riding on the school bus, drawing on the seats |
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On the phone all night with the girl I like that, she claims she's a freak |
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It's straight I could neva go back, I would neva go back, but it would be cool to see |
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It's living outside in her garden, |
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My brother, his son and his daughter, |
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The rap game before I was spitting, |
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Back when Pac and Biggie were livin' |
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I think it would be cool to go back, |
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But now look at where we're at, |
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No, no regrets |
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I'm waiting on what's next |
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I wish I was a kid again, |
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Runnin' with my friends an' 'em, up and down the streets |
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Waiting on the better rent, riding on the school bus, drawing on the seats |
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On the phone all night with the girl I like that, she claims she's a freak |
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It's straight I could neva go back, I would neva go back, but it would be cool to see |
