Lyrics:
Cartier shades
Beg ya pardon I'm blazed
Casamigos lil purple haze play Frankie Beverly and Maze
Think I been awake for three days
H*** b****** get to know
One by one
the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and
sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble
Eriel remained. The spectacle that
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
On the bench by the old cabin door
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart
With sorrow where all was delight
The time has come when we have to part
Then my
Ice Cube in my nightcap, it was a good day
You heard what the hood say, Logic what you should play
Killin' shit like OJ, I'm rhymin' like old Jay
Bring the bikes and the rides out
Gas'em up
Fire up the grill
Cause today gone be a good day
Hit the streets
And we gone party like it's 99
care what you think
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep,
They say there's a snake that can shed its skin
When the good old days are wearing thin
But the good old days have all withered and died
Some go
Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till
LIKE A DEAL
IT'S COLD OUT HERE
MAN, IT'S COLD CAN'T YOU FEEL
WEEKENDS AND SUNNY WEATHER
THE BOYS KEEP WETTING MY TONGUE
SOME DAYS I STAY HERE ALL
mercy and grace
Turning to the whale and then he made a face
Said after three days and nights you have found
A good man, old sucker, you can't keep him
the goodness of the Lord (He's Holy, Father)
And I'm astonish by His will
Because He's good
What a beauty, beautiful day (Aye)
I ain't got time to hate (No I
the eye
They tremble as they watch
The old silver clock
When day is through
Tick tock, so, so slow
It says 'Yes', it says 'No'
It says, "I wait for you"
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
The good old days
And you guys need to appreciate your good old days
Because Zimbabweans, we didn't; you guys know
We didn't appreciate our good old
a day
(Oooh)
Haven't felt this good in a while
I was sad but bitch now I'm all smiles
Remember those days, ain't know what to do
Your hours are losing,
a baller nigga
say good how it feel to be at the bottom nigga
I make bands I made it from my niggas
Got yo hoe to ride me like a bike nigga
How to ride me
You don't mind
Sub in the trunk better listen up (Listen up)
Frankie Valli show me love (Show me love)
Now days everybody got no swing
All you need is
the whoop
Already got a bag I hope this rap shit get me richer
Old days I got them nicks in them niggas called me Richard
Guaranteed a nigga poppin' I make
Should old acquaintances be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintances be forgot
In days long gone by
For days long gone by my dear
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
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
and the memory fades
But I only remember the good old days
And the day will come when they take me away
When it's said and done and the memory fades
But I only
a no-good manipulator
Hate me now
Kill me later
Loving you is easy
But to me it feel eviscerating
Out my life
Your Lyft is waiting
Damn I hate to be this way
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