Good Old Days
(Yeah)
(Oh, hey Daan)
Holding holding on
Tryna hold on to the memories with all of my friends, yeah
Growing growing up yeah it sucks that I can't go back again
Miss the good old days
Now I'm stuck carrying this pain (Pain)
Miss the good old days
Parked up with the bros like aye
Uh yeah I'm on my way
Wake up in the morning think I'll race today (Yeah, yeah)
Inside my wraith okay
See the VVS diamonds dripping so much they look like a lake okay
Your bitch trippin' I've never seen her before
I've been missing her since she walked out the door
Calls are ignored and now there's tears on the floor
I tried to help her out but she ain't want me no more
But enough of that bullshit
All my homies they really be riding (Ride)
For my homies you know I know I would die (Die)
Take a blunt to the face and get high (High)
Swerving off of the road when I drive (Drive)
Take off space ship in the sky (Sky)
Blast off let's take a ride
Just me and my friends right?
But I wanna know why the time flies by shit I wanna know
What's our life?
We ain't got no control
Cuz we're blind
Need to wake up these souls
Holding holding on
Tryna hold on to the memories with all of my friends, yeah
Growing growing up yeah it sucks that I can't go back again
Miss the good old days
Now I'm stuck carrying this pain (Pain)
Miss the good old days
Parked up with the bros like aye
(Oh, hey Daan)
Holding holding on
Tryna hold on to the memories with all of my friends, yeah
Growing growing up yeah it sucks that I can't go back again
Miss the good old days
Now I'm stuck carrying this pain (Pain)
Miss the good old days
Parked up with the bros like aye
Uh yeah I'm on my way
Wake up in the morning think I'll race today (Yeah, yeah)
Inside my wraith okay
See the VVS diamonds dripping so much they look like a lake okay
Your bitch trippin' I've never seen her before
I've been missing her since she walked out the door
Calls are ignored and now there's tears on the floor
I tried to help her out but she ain't want me no more
But enough of that bullshit
All my homies they really be riding (Ride)
For my homies you know I know I would die (Die)
Take a blunt to the face and get high (High)
Swerving off of the road when I drive (Drive)
Take off space ship in the sky (Sky)
Blast off let's take a ride
Just me and my friends right?
But I wanna know why the time flies by shit I wanna know
What's our life?
We ain't got no control
Cuz we're blind
Need to wake up these souls
Holding holding on
Tryna hold on to the memories with all of my friends, yeah
Growing growing up yeah it sucks that I can't go back again
Miss the good old days
Now I'm stuck carrying this pain (Pain)
Miss the good old days
Parked up with the bros like aye
Credits
Writer(s): Zakary Zaghloul
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