Lyrics:
good
Hair long, nail long, money long, too
Get a bag, spin it, make it back time two
I could never let nobody tell me what to do
If a nigga get
to fuck up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
That knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean when I tell her keep it drama free
fuck up
We gon fuck up
If they not bout it we gon fuck up everybody
If they not bout it we gon fuck up everybody yeah
Never been too good with math but
They don't know nothing bout him Nothing bout him
It's a good day It's a good day It's a good day I gotta say that today is a good day It's a good
and the day I have kids
And tell 'em 'bout Grandpa and how great he is
And the grandkids' grandkids you'll never meet
If it weren't for you I wouldn't be,
go by
'Cause now I feel that time does fly
I never learned to say goodbye
To the good times we had
Can you bring me back the
Good old days
Good old
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
If your the good
Sitting on the porch of that old wood house
Shooting the breeze while the sun went down
Me and him covered in cornfield dust
We sat there rocking
can't sit at home, sippin' about my own problems
My grandpa grinded till he couldn't, I can hear him callin'
Tell me stay strong, use me as your
France, and England
Back in the day
I used to drink that old english
And I stopped drinking liquor back in 2017
So happy and grateful I distribute TT
Title
ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's
snitching He ain't gang
He ain't my homie he a snake
Done with playing flipping cans
I'm bout to turn this shit my way
I had no grandpa or no grandma
So
tell that b**** get to steppin'
Good morning, brand new b**** for breakfast
T-Streets what they call me
I never met desperate
Don't know lonely
Go
to fuck up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
That knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean when I tell her keep it drama free
forgotten by us it's all God
This is that good feel music, that old school music
That what you know about that OG music
Depression hittin' hard but you still
finally met pops
I had finally started to feel like i'm better than good
Then I'm smokin' wit my homies one day passin' a wood
My cousin call me like "Yo
Cabbagefoot.
UNCLE WALTER:
...he said.
SKEETER:
But you can call me NOT your grandpa!
UNCLE WALTER:
...uh, he said.
SKEETER:
’Cause I ain’t!
UNCLE WALTER:
York City,
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly...
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land,
And his taught him to be a businessman...
He
Evil Emotion's, this is some West Coast Shit
Let's Cruise by the Ocean and Toke it!
I know that I'll be with you some day
This life is nothing but
either too new for me or too olden
Me I'm from the golden era of fly spittas
Old enough to know better, young enough to fry niggas
I tried to tell your
a soul around but the old bar keep
Down at the end lookin' half asleep
But he walked up and said, what'll it be?
I said the good stuff.
He didn't
or ketamine
Every horse makes gelatine
Old ways make by-products
The dairy cow made into Prada
Your old scars tell new stories
Life lived since you swore you
give a f-
Bout anybody that's gon doubt me, how about we
See how you match up with Josh, can't take a loss
I'm good brushing dirt off, fell eight times
Lookin' for these better days
Better days, heyy! Better days
Got me thinkin' bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Hey! Better
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