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Just another day with ‘old news’
Is ‘Mrs. Claus’ all I am to you?
I’m sick and tired of always being second best to Christmas
God knows where he’d be

by the greed
We be sippin', girls be trippin' cause it’s hot in the A
Peaches shakin' up in Follies all night and day
Hold up there shorty I’m not

but can I evolve
Evolution
More like execution
Died to the old me and Jesus was my solution
Left my female homies. God doesn't author confusion
Days

and watch the world burn
I really don't care 

We all got a story and mine's a tragedy 
Walk the halls of shame in the mediocrity
Ain't good at making dollars

You pack I'll split
I fucks around with your shit 
I fucked around with your bitch
She's been on my dick since 06 
Yeah that's some old shit
Surprised

flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good but the day got worse
I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway
With a brown-eyed

my peace like Luda
When I'm old and thru that
I don't need a trophie
Rather me a Gouger
Dawg I need a ride or die
One to sit passenger
These bitches

have a good time and stay cruisin'
Dedicated student, I medicate with the music
Separate the bullshit and enter veins with this fluid
While cops shootin'

making songs for the radio
So you better show some love you've been hating though
God damn I've been grinding since the hood days
Neighbors hating

waking up  Remember you good old days  Another day goes on  Brush it off  Happiness will come and go  Not today no yesterday  So I'll take you to the best

at play, a test I failed to terminate
And every sense of judgement made in clouds of haze
Can't be wrong if I've not been erased by signs of God

Then my day

from out the 90s
Style is futuristic and my broke days are behind me
You gone know I won the game the day that you come find me
On my private island

what's going on in his head that old man's rich
But if I talk about right now these days are making me sick
I'm writing over n' over knowin' my days are

and hovered his camel ember
He would talk of worldy concepts that he wanted to remember
At least he did until that fateful labor day one hot september
No not

old school with the new shit
Do a trap flow on a tape deck
I'm used to seeing motherfuckers making bullshit
Into radio hits
They get played by your

manipulating the wave back the old days, like a scientist to breAk alliances, but I ain't cold play, fuck that friendly shit, this is rap bitch don't Respect any

wasn't born with no one hand-in-hand
You'd think they was on Acid way they asked for a second Chance
I don't care bout the awards that's what I mean by

Way Back by Hi-Lite Real

Verse 1:

Flashback way back To the 1990s
Birthday party at my aunt Phil house
Sweet spring time weather cooling out in

Day day day
Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel

It's so much shit on my own, that I done accomplished
Niggas online every hour of the day, what you doing?
Only know that goat talk, in that language,

separate ways

I hope will find you in a path another day
Words I wish I would've said
Look what kind of path we would've led
2 AM thoughts, wonderin' why I

a bowl
Every day a different problem
Popping out like whack a mole
And when I say I'm tired
They say, "Of what? You acting old"
That's fucked up
Honestly

the “Navy Yard” a baby was born in a shabby old flat
Time went by and went so fast indeed clphonse Capone grew tall like weed

The young boy became a strong

That stays lazy
And I try to play me
By going to play the
Games we all tend to
Me I should attend to
I been seeing old girl
I guess she a 10 too
Know