Lyrics:
at its best
Because 5:36 sweaty sex with my ex
Today was a good day, and tomorrow's next
Hey now
Things are on the up and up
Things are looking swell
thing as new old friends
I seen cars (switch up)
Seen hoes (switch up)
Seen money all switch up
When the days get dimmer
Who gon' leave you there
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck
wanted to get outta there
They didn't know what to do
Their little brains is workin' overtime
That all changed one sunny day
That little boy dropped by
dancing with me
I get a beer, I give her a kiss
And one night on my bed, get her number
The next day the same old fucking routine
Good days (These good
Fruit of the spirit I'm a fruit fly
I had to change I could not get by
Reppin' The King i'm no good guy
Its only one and he live up in the sky
He
Like Eddie, Randy and Ace
Oh, takes me to a better place
She's a glimmer of the glory days
Growing up, home was pure hell
So she became a rebel
son is soft
Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off
Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap
They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that
ham.i spent the rest of the da twistin' up wire for the old fence around the property, by the time i was wrapped is dark n i went in ,Dolores already had
Yeah, y'all know what time it is
Get up of yo seat
Cause the kid is in the booth
Ready to tear off the roof
Chosen by the one above
It's time
And I
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
East 14th
Roddy
Fishy days and fishy nights
Everything is fish
I don't know quite how to feel
I know that life's a bitch
I met this little girlie
By the name
worldly wise,
I should get the Nobel Prize,
For good advice
Good old Henry Ford, he was a hardworking man
He worked all night and all day
I said,
do nothing
You haffi know your standing badder
you haffi grind by day grinder
I have been a star for long (yeah yeah yeah)
See I'm a FlyBoy with
I'm hot, I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down
The way I break it down
Some days I'm in the crowd, all by myself
Bunch
Meet Eddie
Twenty-three years old fed up with life
And the way things are
Going, he decides to rob a liquor
Store but on his way in
He has a sudden
got that old cup
Hold up, these nigga's want no bucks
Straight shot sipper
I ain't mixing my liquor
Bitch I'm not kidding
Y'all some Fisher
friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good friends like
old friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
ya the tone to tour, to walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
So good to you why? Yo! Question to you why?
The wing to your
"Best Days"
(Words and Music by Geoff Moore and Phil Madeira)
Verse One
The river was deep, the water was cold,
I was only twelve years old.
My dad
old friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good
sto vecchio è ancora buono come vino d'annata
Everybody talking about the good old days (Good old days)
It's the last crusade
Everybody talking about
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