CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Goodtimes
This a throwback to the teenage Tom
That borrow money for some liquor, let the weed blaze Tom
The other person that I was before the these days Tom
To always faded, kinda famous, writing secret songs
To show up late and cause a problem, let you beat any Tom
That always running from my girlfriend like a relay Tom
That never fall in love with no one 'cause I need space Tom
The dirty money 'cause I couldn't do the clean way Tom
The two were strippers always tripping, tryna be grеat Tom, ayy
The party till the morning, I can see straight Tom, ayy
They're screaming at the DJ to hit replay Tom, ayy
They're stomping 'round the city till my feet break Tom, ayy
I can't even lie those were good times
But today I'm in a better place
Even though we crashed, was a good ride
Never forget but the good old days
So here's to the good times
We forgot along the way
Even though they're gone, it ain't goodbye
Pour one now for the good old days
This a throwback to the old me, taking liquor off the grosses, wrecking hotels with the homies
You don't know me if you never saw me smoke weed and leave the club with the nosebleed
Way before the gold teeth, I was cold and I was lonely
I was hanging with the homies, riding motorcycles low key
We were closer than some brothers, and we never smoked the potty
sh*t was different, I was younger, I was happy, I was drunker
I was barely even speaking to my father and my mother
I was cool though, I was reckless
I had two bros, then they both accused me of stealing one of their necklace
f**k that, now I never hit 'em on the WhatsApp
Love ahead for y'all is hella gone, it never comes back
This is for the boy I was before, I finally grew up
I would drink until I threw up, what a screw-up
I'm just thanking God, I finally f**king blew up
I was homeless, I was too dumb
Now the life I lived is dead and gone, I'm glad I found a new one, ya
That borrow money for some liquor, let the weed blaze Tom
The other person that I was before the these days Tom
To always faded, kinda famous, writing secret songs
To show up late and cause a problem, let you beat any Tom
That always running from my girlfriend like a relay Tom
That never fall in love with no one 'cause I need space Tom
The dirty money 'cause I couldn't do the clean way Tom
The two were strippers always tripping, tryna be grеat Tom, ayy
The party till the morning, I can see straight Tom, ayy
They're screaming at the DJ to hit replay Tom, ayy
They're stomping 'round the city till my feet break Tom, ayy
I can't even lie those were good times
But today I'm in a better place
Even though we crashed, was a good ride
Never forget but the good old days
So here's to the good times
We forgot along the way
Even though they're gone, it ain't goodbye
Pour one now for the good old days
This a throwback to the old me, taking liquor off the grosses, wrecking hotels with the homies
You don't know me if you never saw me smoke weed and leave the club with the nosebleed
Way before the gold teeth, I was cold and I was lonely
I was hanging with the homies, riding motorcycles low key
We were closer than some brothers, and we never smoked the potty
sh*t was different, I was younger, I was happy, I was drunker
I was barely even speaking to my father and my mother
I was cool though, I was reckless
I had two bros, then they both accused me of stealing one of their necklace
f**k that, now I never hit 'em on the WhatsApp
Love ahead for y'all is hella gone, it never comes back
This is for the boy I was before, I finally grew up
I would drink until I threw up, what a screw-up
I'm just thanking God, I finally f**king blew up
I was homeless, I was too dumb
Now the life I lived is dead and gone, I'm glad I found a new one, ya
