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Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy
And Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days 
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy 
And Grandpa, take me back to yesterday 
When the line
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days 
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy 
And Grandpa, take me back to yesterday 
When the line
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
This world's gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between
the old days
there's so much that I learnt from the old ways
Another kid fokken raised by the 80?s
Kytie, Kytie, jy was nie net 'n mytie
I was raised by
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, max keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil
My fuckin' samples are too
the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, max keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil
My fuckin' samples are too
devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas talkin'
bout the days gone by wishin' he was there
Rodeo you take a boy and make a man so tall
Drink his youth and cast him by the way
What's he gonna do now
devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas talkin'
good old days.
Older ones and better ways
Ways I cannot change today.
Tell me why. I'll tell you why
Bit by the dog can pull you back in the game.
Each
You're standing there, that look in your eye
You're looking for good ways to tell my good-bye
Something 'bout people, how they never know
They're
cooking up the new hot seller
Putting that money in the bank like the teller
And this be the number one rank, let me tell you

It's 'bout that time, it's
days, good old days
Wanna make it to heaven's gate, yeah (oh)
And we need to escalate, I need

I need direction (i need direction)
To that street
devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
N****s talkin'
Almost all of my life every day and every night
The only thing that I could think of
Was doing all I could do to find me a true blue
A foxy little
'cause the truth I said in Zealots 
Well let me tell it, Without Premier you couldn't sell it! 

[Lauryn] 
Murder that boy!

[Wyclef] 
We 'bout
hit the County in the mix
"Name and last three!"  Austin, oh-six-six
By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno
his stories
Talk about the days gone by
Talkin' bout future glory
Round round round lie goes
Tell you how the good Lord knows
He'd be shinin' most
isn't it sad
You come up empty thinking bout the good times that you had

But...
I like, when they talk really loud trying to tell you what they know
dresser drawers and cupboards
Start me over
Life seems so much slower
With your toothbrush by the mirror
Can I make it any clearer?

And I just might say it
the riverside 

I sit underneath the freeway with an old friend from the old days 
And a bottle of wine 
He used to call me "Big Time", said he knew someday
cooking up the new hot seller
Putting that money in the bank like the teller
And this be the number one rank, let me tell you

It's 'bout that time, it's
really a prism i guess
It just broke in a funny way
I found it on my way from texas
Headed for l.a.

This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray