Lyrics:
friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you somethin':
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good friends
a hundred K
If you ever try to take a thing, you see a hundred K's
Pull up, make it rain on a sunny day
Feel like the old Weezy, I might rock the BAPE
out of this wreck that I call my life
c highway star with my old guitar
Somewhere lost in the night
Don't look back or ahead
Take it day by day
Live
all kinds of sins and evil deeds, and
By performing all kinds of righteous good deeds
And Joseph's brothers came, and when they entered,
He recognized
cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
And it's good old
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
to cut the ties, try to say good bye
That's the way it is
I want to savor this
If you break my heart
You make the A-list
This is suicide, to go side by
LINK
They say it's a man's world
Well, that cannot be denied
But what good's a man's world
Without a woman by his side
And so i will wait
Until that
back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who
What the fuck y'all niggas, ah"
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good
good (Yeah)
One day I’mma be fine (Ahh)
One day I’mma take the world by storm (Yeah)
One day I know I’m gone shine (That’s right)
One day I know I’m gone
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
reunion
Barbecues in the backyard
That wooden house they use to call a shack
One stoplight two liquor stores
By the railroad track
Dem good ol days
We bout
and shoot you in it
It's a difference between battle
Rappin' on stage
And battle rappin' back in the days
I mean ya drive good
But ya navigation is off
You
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin' to get by
Tell 'em meet me at the crossroads
This is the good
I know where I stand, I know what I believe
Know where I wanna stay, know where I wanna reach
No longer talk from a deceased place this ain't the old
back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who
you!
This is the police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded
Every day this goes on around here!
The years was rollin' by...
We
for my vids (for my vids)
Yo, I'm glad I made, was a real crook (was a real crook)
Uh-huh, but now this money make me (feel good)
Broke days, another
New York City, Brooklyn, uh!
I'm laying with a blonde, like Frankie Sinatra
She did it my way, head over my boxers
Drawers by Versace, know they match
I grew up in EV
If you know you know
Man We had so much fun
Even tho we was po
Going to school with roger and frankie
His brother rodgerick
machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
Oh, but that ain't natural old man Grayson says
'Cause he's a horse drawn man until his dying days
New Year new beginnings
New relationships some old ones they ended
But we don't dwell we don't dwell
Theres a lesson in it all so we prevail
Dyno, Delta Rae, Devin Dawson, Carly Pearce
Brett Young, Joyride, MGK (Lace UP!)
Clare Dunn, Frankie Ballard, Cowboy Troy, Waka Flocka Flame
Three Days
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