The Good Old Days
He still likes the bar room's dim-lit, smoky atmosphere
The different kinds of perfume, conversations he overhears
He's just one of many winding down or winding up the night
The only way he knows to let loose is to hold on tight
Chorus:
And he'll never lose that hold
And he'll never change his ways
The good times won't grow old
These are the good old days
He's got no broken romance that sent him wondering way back when
He carries the torch for no one, that's the way it's always been
He's just one of the chosen few who won't push or two that line
He knows he'd only lose his mind, he'd never lose his mind
Chorus:
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These are the good old days
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Verse One:
You know we got it sewn for now
Cause I throws it down
Plus I'm frozen down with a golden sound
Where that lye at?
I blow blunt backwards nigga try that
Dat expose these high acts
To my rap when my gat blow i's more than just about rap
Strong hold a Giant and his fam
I doubt that gonna make cats flip with or without rap
But still makin' hits nigga where your mouth at?
How's that?
Bounce the track with a rap I doubt you pack
I'm straight up motherfuck yo cats is out the back
I must confess I smoke bless
Blessed to make t
You know we got it sewn for now
Cause I throws it down
Plus I'm frozen down with a golden sound
Where that lye at?
I blow blunt backwards nigga try that
Dat expose these high acts
To my rap when my gat blow i's more than just about rap
Strong hold a Giant and his fam
I doubt that gonna make cats flip with or without rap
But still makin' hits nigga where your mouth at?
How's that?
Bounce the track with a rap I doubt you pack
I'm straight up motherfuck yo cats is out the back
I must confess I smoke bless
Blessed to make t