Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Old Days , by - Phora. Release date: 16.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Old Days |
| Its that type of joint that you burn, put in your system and row 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 shit 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 mickeys, paint stains on my |
| dickies, freight trains on a quickie. |
| Graff writers know what the fuck 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 coulda been a athlete. |
| I ain’t tryna have cuffs on my wrists in the backseat… |
| so I’m running through your backyard like its 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 id make mom proud, now she taking pictures from the |
| crowd she need a calm down. |
| Taggin me on Facebook every 4 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 homieee |
| 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 |
| So REST IN PEACE to the peeps ill never see again. |
| I been seeing grandpa in moods I 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 still pushing a bucket. |
| But he taught me how to love life even when I had nothing |
| I rock my dirty chucks like they were jordans 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 |
| Use to walk to school in the rain, railroads watching trains pass invision 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 stateeee. |
| So don’t blame me if I cut you off in trafficcc |
| 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 old jays |
| So all my real niggas put your glass up, you never know if its your last one. |
| This is for the old days |