Lyrics:
I sometimes wish I was a kid again
Down in the old neighborhood
Just to be with Charlie, with little Joe and Pete
Boy, we had a quartette that was
Pickett
So come again, come again my friend
If you live by the pen then you'll die by the pen
I'm gonna live to be a senior citizen
Why? Because my shit
prepared for the weight of this ring
But we will get by
For the rest of our lives
So play the Cotton-Eyed Joe
For the folks don't you know
Keep the dogs in
my bed
SouthAmericanstyle
Guilty by a friend of mine
Slepping in the car
There is a man that I never met
Flowers in my bed
SouthAmericanstyle
Guilty
and shout tonight
[?] about a bit
Jump around a bit
'Round the town a bit
I'll be 'round about ten past nine
Heard she's a friend of mine
She knows I got
forty-three dollars, my friend lost his life...
I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eye
As I shoot him with my old forty-five
'Cause a country boy
Two years, waits up
Still sleep, wake up
Girl gon' break up
Mind right, cake up
Friends came, friends left
Bullshit is endless
Been that, Hip
Tryna book time but its passed due
You was switching lanes then i passed you
Why my old bitch acting brand new
We was doing more than some friends do
I sometimes wish I was a kid again
Down in the old neighborhood
Just to be with Charlie, with little Joe and Pete
Boy, we had a quartette that was
that a bitch
Seven years old I remember I couldn't play with a friend of mine
Cause one of his family members were part of the Gangs that one of my
Sayonara
To the old meka. trying do it by His hands
See trust me it's useless
I am flawed and I'm a human.
I don't know what is best
I say that with my
Rocking up, in the Benz
Old-school drive by in the ends
Shooting up, glock on a cleanse
D D D bow, no real friends
Used to lurk in the shadows
Now
I want them back
Wish we could turn back time
Just you and me
Old friend of mine
We used to laugh
We used to cry
Oh
How I miss those days gone by
these niggas don’t play by the rules
She on dick see the flash in my jewels
Yeah she that on the gram but you meet her she poop
Seen her friend now she
Love it when the plug hits me with new flavours
Shake my head like oh man
Gassed by no gang
I roll around on my own I'm my own man
They like to stunt
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
to me by a real good friend of mine
He told me "Thanks for all your help,
I sure couldn't have done it by myself.
Now, take this home with you and have
at the end
I'm trying to make it right
But men this life got me hopeless again
And despite trying to keep an old friend
I'm on a different sight
Revelation is
friend
On the telephone
I'm thinking about the old times
Back in my home
So many miles between us
Cut short by the telephone line
So many years between us
standing there a grievin
My heart feeling just like lead
Knowing she'd soon be leavin
Wishing it was me instead
I went out to Old Joe's bar room
accident, that day we see our blood
Then we be friends but sake of that we became relatives
Since we shared blood on the same night we are now one family
Till
Ladies and gentlemen
Family friends
Enemies foes
The stars that the camera shows
And all the average Joe's
Today I want to talk to the kid
With
they not gon bang
Hows the weather down there in chicago?
Hows your cousins joe's dislocated elbow?
Hows the rain sound when it falls sideways
You heard
purpose straight up
I'm a poet whos found meaning skimming old tales
Cold-hail minded, you cant buy this wholesale
Most cant see the godliness like using
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