Verse 1: Phora Its that type of joint that you burn put in your system and roll to I ain't got to spark a blunt I'm keeping it old school Just me and my music and my 03 Camry It ain't much but if it gets me to my girl **** I'll be happy Rolling through my city passing streets I used to walk through Memories of school and all the girls I used to talk to Flashbacks to the time when I drank my first Mickey's Paint stains on my ****ies, Freight trains on a quickie Graf writers know what the **** I'm talking about Member the very first time you got socked in the mouth? I do Every week I used to get my ass beat All the times I ran from the cops could've been an athlete I ain't tryna have cuffs on my wrists in the backseat So I'm running through your backyard like it's a track meet See, I ain't a criminal, just a youngster with problems And I don't show up to school cause the teachers say not to bother Prolly cause they lost hope in our generation. All I needed was some guidance and some elevation. But they ain't have it so I tried to act cool and hung with the wrong crowd Never follow the rules so I bump this song loud So selfish I never thought I'd make mom proud, now she taking pictures from the crowd she need to calm down Tagging me on Facebook every four minutes Never made a song without putting my soul in it And this is only getting started This is for my dearly departed, we out here living homie Hook I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days Miss the good times, back when everything was okay Cause we had no worries, no cares But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days Miss the good times, back when everything was okay Cause we had no worries, no cares But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair Cause we had no worries, no cares But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair Verse 2 So rest in peace to the peeps I'll never see again I been seeing grandpa in moods that I've never seen him in 85 years old, still keeping it moving with a smile on his face saying "There's still room for improvement" He ain't got a big house, and he's still pushing a bucket. But he taught me how to love life even when I had nothing I rock my dirty Chuck's like they were Jordan's made of gold. I keep my head to the sky and I never look below Sip my fourty with a passion, this is for all my people I promised to keep you living till the day I'm in a casket Life ain't what it was, and its so hard to get used to Blues Clues and Coco Puffs, before there was a YouTube Used to, love to walk to school in the rain Railroads, watching trains pass envision my name on every one of them All my 90's kids know where I'm coming from Rugrats on Saturday mornings right when the sun is up Raised in Southern Cali, got that California mind state So don't blame me if I cut you off in traffic I used to tell girls I'm a rapper over MySpace Even before I started rapping Yeah homie, I miss them old days Miss cruising through Anaheim with pops bumping the o'jays So all my real *****s put your glass up You never know if it's your last one This is for the old days I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days Miss the good times, back when everything was okay Cause we had no worries, no cares But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair..
[00:03.33]Verse 1: Phora [00:10.54]Its that type of joint that you burn put in your system and roll to [00:14.20]I ain't got to spark a blunt I'm keeping it old school [00:16.89]Just me and my music and my 03 Camry [00:19.48]It ain't much but if it gets me to my girl **** I'll be happy [00:22.53]Rolling through my city passing streets I used to walk through [00:25.40]Memories of school and all the girls I used to talk to [00:28.19]Flashbacks to the time when I drank my first Mickey's [00:30.67]Paint stains on my ****ies, Freight trains on a quickie [00:33.42]Graf writers know what the **** I'm talking about [00:35.96]Member the very first time you got socked in the mouth? I do [00:39.61]Every week I used to get my ass beat [00:41.85]All the times I ran from the cops could've been an athlete [00:44.64]I ain't tryna have cuffs on my wrists in the backseat [00:47.33]So I'm running through your backyard like it's a track meet [00:50.33]See, I ain't a criminal, just a youngster with problems [00:53.02]And I don't show up to school cause the teachers say not to bother [00:55.71]Prolly cause they lost hope in our generation. [00:58.48]All I needed was some guidance and some elevation. [01:01.12]But they ain't have it so I tried to act cool and hung with the wrong crowd [01:04.47]Never follow the rules so I bump this song loud [01:07.62]So selfish I never thought I'd make mom proud, now she taking pictures from the crowd she need to calm down [01:13.41]Tagging me on Facebook every four minutes [01:16.16]Never made a song without putting my soul in it [01:18.96]And this is only getting started [01:21.24]This is for my dearly departed, we out here living homie [01:23.32]Hook [01:23.73]I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days [01:26.78]Miss the good times, back when everything was okay [01:29.87]Cause we had no worries, no cares [01:32.20]But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair [01:35.05]I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days [01:37.89]Miss the good times, back when everything was okay [01:40.68]Cause we had no worries, no cares [01:43.32]But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair [01:58.02]Cause we had no worries, no cares [02:00.10]But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair [02:02.29]Verse 2 [02:03.05]So rest in peace to the peeps I'll never see again [02:06.05]I been seeing grandpa in moods that I've never seen him in [02:08.69]85 years old, still keeping it moving with a smile on his face saying "There's still room for improvement" [02:13.97]He ain't got a big house, and he's still pushing a bucket. [02:16.71]But he taught me how to love life even when I had nothing [02:19.66]I rock my dirty Chuck's like they were Jordan's made of gold. [02:22.35]I keep my head to the sky and I never look below [02:25.10]Sip my fourty with a passion, this is for all my people [02:27.99]I promised to keep you living till the day I'm in a casket [02:30.89]Life ain't what it was, and its so hard to get used to [02:33.78]Blues Clues and Coco Puffs, before there was a YouTube [02:36.42]Used to, love to walk to school in the rain [02:39.01]Railroads, watching trains pass envision my name on every one of them [02:42.17]All my 90's kids know where I'm coming from [02:45.17]Rugrats on Saturday mornings right when the sun is up [02:47.71]Raised in Southern Cali, got that California mind state [02:50.91]So don't blame me if I cut you off in traffic [02:53.55]I used to tell girls I'm a rapper over MySpace [02:57.00]Even before I started rapping [02:59.75]Yeah homie, I miss them old days [03:01.88]Miss cruising through Anaheim with pops bumping the o'jays [03:04.57]So all my real *****s put your glass up [03:07.36]You never know if it's your last one [03:09.45]This is for the old days [03:10.71]I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days [03:12.85]Miss the good times, back when everything was okay [03:15.74]Cause we had no worries, no cares [03:18.18]But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair..
