| Yeah… yeah,
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| The good times,
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| When you was a little kid
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| Playing in the yard, you know,
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| It seems like yesterday I used to play around the way
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| Those were the good timez,
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| Growing up as a child, carefree,
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| Momma said I was wild by three
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| Even pops showed me love he was there
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| I remember hanging out playing truth or dare
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| Cowboys and indians, ring your bell and run
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| When the only thing we sprayed was water guns
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| We didn’t have much so we made the best of,
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| What we could afford but we had love,
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| Tryna be grown might snick and curse
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| One tv set gotta cut it on first,
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| Back in the good timez and the Jeffersons
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| When ya next door neighbour was ya best friend
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| Those are the days I miss and reminisce…
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| So I steady wish, for the good timez
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| Nothing but the good timez on my mind, can I rewind,
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| The time back to my early days, as children play,
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| On the road to tomorrow, some passed away,
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| So my future feels hollow
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| I’m thinking back on my history, in my elementary
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| I wonder do they still remember me?
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| That little bad as kid,
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| The boy that wanted someone to help him, but they never did
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| So off to the office I go, you know,
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| A problem case from the get go Will I ever change before it’s too late?
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| I need to study harder and get my life straight,
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| Moms and pops praying for the best for me I was blind and I couldn’t see
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| But they told me friends come and go as you grow
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| Focus in, play to win, or you will live low,
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| So I tried to do my best, failed every test
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| My life was becoming a mess
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| Even though the past years are far behind,
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| They in my mind… considered as a good time
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| I remember playing in the street wid my lil bro
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| Kickin’it wid Mental and Big K-Dog where you go?,
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| Dizzy D, Big Chip, rest in peace
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| Nissy T and all my other people de-ceased,
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| Can’t let my memories slip away
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| No I ain’t okay, cause I haven’t seen you today,
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| Nothing but good timez, on my mind, can I rewind?
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| The time back when I used to have a seventy-nine 'Lac,
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| Wid a black phantom and I bought 'em selling crack,
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| I want 'em back, my teachers Miss Satedon, Miss Nor-ville
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| Encouraged me, and wished me well,
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| To excell in life, it’s a high price,
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| Good advice, summer nights fist fights
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| Saying, things wouldn’t be so bad,
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| If we got the things we never had
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| I ain’t mad, huh-ha-ha
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| I’m thinking 'bout the good timez,
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| I’m thinking 'bout the good timez
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| Chorus ('til fade) |