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There's something about us
Makes me never doubt that
All I want is you

Yeah yeah
It was all good just
A day ago had a bad week
My girl know that I'll be

away
I won't make the same mistakes
Yaahh

Grind until the early morning
I was made for this
I recall on all the days
That I would pray for this
I would

over here shawty, I heard she nervous, she duckin
She lookin' good when she bummin', no matter what she wanna top me
I got her doin' what I want and she

in the world to have my soul ache
Sittin' in that box reminiscing bout the old days
I love y'all boys for life roccin' with me to the end of me

Yeah I

And hear the angels sing

Hear them sing
Hear them sing

For lo! the days are hastening on 
By prophet bards foretold
When with the ever-circling years

even speak to me
You could've just even
We're an hour and a few years too late
To talk and not have it be a piss poor chat about the good old days
But

company
Figments show they face
Of the women who showed love for me
I can't sleep at night
Can barely read my own lyrics 
Haunted by old spirits
Past

Waste away the days drinking on a Monday
I miss the way we used to talk
Laying on the kitchen floor
Right time, right place we met in the city

Wake up its a new day
Word is bond and I do what I do say
My spirit like a gun you can call me Yusake
Nigga swear they walk like me
But they just

always keep it me
I keep it G
Every Year more established
As I grow old more status
Today in the store got sandwiched
By two white chicks none average

a talent, but really I had a goal see,
I was rappin in my room
And recorded it, by my lonely,
Til that day came,
When me and RonDon, slayed a whole beat,
Up

about our electric bills
My money is running out
I'm trying my best to get by
Missing those good old days
When gas cost $2.25
There's no point in looking

I delete your file
And now you're floating
Freely into the air-space
As gold leaf, and I
Crawl within my good-old-days as if
Defending my lost faith

Last night, I was thinking 'bout the
Good times, cause I was hoping
I could try to get them back
And
One thing that stood out to me a
Wonderful

would swim on the water to find you
Baby tell me where are you
I was missing out last night All day I was thinking of you

Can't leave my past behind
I

half steppin
Used to run thru 'em you can go ask Stephan ("think he wasn't?!")
My cousin Douglas you can call him Skin Deep
Back in the day we lived

back in time
To the days I was a truant wouldn't bottle it inside
I didn't have a lot pen and jotter by my side
Stayed in unison like classical ballet

to a straight talk my nigga 
This that sh** that seperates the old fake and the real
I made friends that endedup still back stabing me B
But made that bad

there, leave me be

tears land on the forest floor
see the sun rising up in the sky
and here we are
'nother day of the same old earth shit
fuck this planet

In the greenest of our valleys
By good angel tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace -
Radient palace - reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's

about that day
Where I tried to change myself for her own good

It's getting a little tricky to stop
thinking about those times
Thinking about that same

hook:

That one day when this world prays human minds ain’t so selfish
That human errors from a point of view fill you in their shoes keep it

your cats
Let's not forget the fact that you're a perv
Send nudes to 11 year olds that nerve
You think that's okay
And you never really know how to stay

on the waist like a suplex
Everybody's asking they wanna know who's next
Like I'm getting servered at bar by suzette

Mean & clean when I fling on the crew neck