Lyrics:
reminice on old times at moms crib
Shit they call that the glory days
I'm felt glorious as were strollin away
Let's bring it back to the good ol days
Lets
or bad or good or
Wanna make history
Fans everywhere phone lights gon catch the sequence
Born for it better believe
See me on stage with the day ones dope
Yuhhh, yeah
Qoheleth the nation man
We gotta spend time with God more for real
Listen, listen
I gotta fade away today, He been too good to me
I gotta
the static unfolds that the good die young
Please God let a Bad Boy die old
Do you think I wanna lie cold
Or better yet have many shots come close
it some day for a crown
Oh that old rugged cross, so despised by the world
Has a wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb of God left His
don't have a shelter
And if God watches over me than he surely sees what these wicked men see
(chorus):
I see a dark day risin
Close your eyes if you
by an old country church
I saw the drunkard stagger and lurch
And as he reached his mother's grave
I saw that drunkard kneel and pray
Lord
Standing on my square, firm (line 'em up)
Grafted germ trying to shake my foundation (shakers)
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the Fther
If He didn't
the old zay
But I'm still the big homie I'll never get left behind
Hadda let that bitch go cause she couldn't do shit by herself
Now I'm praying to god for
Time is just flying by
I don't want to say good bye
Baby, I'm scared to die
Life be moving so damn quick these days
I'm just tryna work hard and get
Sitting 'round the fire gettin' drunk on each other
Every day I pray I thank God I got her she's the moon in my shine
The whiskey in my water
(The whiskey
father had stated
Something my mother reiterated every day
From the phone calls in her cell to the letters I heard her pray
To a God she don't believe in,
REMEMBER THOSE DAYS
(1)
Those days I was on my way in search of the truth
Until one day, I found You, my God
You changed my life
I have stored up
on the third day (He rose)
This that good news
The curse of sin and death was slain (Freedom)
Jesus died for you and me (He did)
This that good news
Jesus
It was another day
A perfect Texas afternoon
A mother and two children play
The way they always do
As they raced home from the mailbox
I’m finally in
Long days, by myself in the crib
Overthinking, thinking bout her again, yea
Shes in head
In my bed, my thoughts they overload
Good
finally in
Long days by myself in the crib
Overthinking, thinking bout her again
She’s in my head
In my bed, my thoughts they overload
Good intentions with
with the old you
But there is nothing that I owe you
I stay on ghost until you act right
In the middle of the night
Good things must die
In the middle
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
[Diddy:]
Ayo Bugatti boys (turn em up) you know what it is breathe
bitch breathe, breathe bitch breathe go
[Rick Ross:]
Hello good morning tell me
Are you having a good time?
Dancing in my revelation
Underground pop civilization walk to
The left at right
Concrete poetry to feed my mind nods
Old
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
By reason of the God inside my head
Causing me to see, only what pertains to me
Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead
Limited to earth, unable
day
I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit
Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like
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