CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Back in Time (Hard Times & Hard Liquor)
Everyday it's the same thang
No time to chill
I gotta go work get out on the grind
I gotta go hustle to pay the bills and I
Feel the stress on my shoulders and paranoia so I'm packing the nine
Sometimes I sit and I smoke and I drink and I think what if I could go back into time
To when I lived like I had nothing to lose
When I'd say f**k it and get drunk cause I had nothing to do
But now I'm lucky to get spare time
With all the work and all the stress I'm lucky I still have a hairline
So much has happened since my childhood
Too many times when there's a frown on my face
Right where a smile should
Been through too much violence
Been through too much drama
Spent too many nights stressing
But it is what it is and I'm living and learning through all of these life lessons
We used to carry our penny candy in brown bags
But now we're carrying Tech's with 30-round mags
We went from water-guns to packing nines
And all we have now is memories of how life was back in time
(x2)
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time
To when everything seemed easy and life was just a simple grind
Felt so much pain I've shed my last tears
Sometimes I sit by myself and reminisce over past years (alright)
No time to chill
I gotta go work get out on the grind
I gotta go hustle to pay the bills and I
Feel the stress on my shoulders and paranoia so I'm packing the nine
Sometimes I sit and I smoke and I drink and I think what if I could go back into time
To when I lived like I had nothing to lose
When I'd say f**k it and get drunk cause I had nothing to do
But now I'm lucky to get spare time
With all the work and all the stress I'm lucky I still have a hairline
So much has happened since my childhood
Too many times when there's a frown on my face
Right where a smile should
Been through too much violence
Been through too much drama
Spent too many nights stressing
But it is what it is and I'm living and learning through all of these life lessons
We used to carry our penny candy in brown bags
But now we're carrying Tech's with 30-round mags
We went from water-guns to packing nines
And all we have now is memories of how life was back in time
(x2)
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time
To when everything seemed easy and life was just a simple grind
Felt so much pain I've shed my last tears
Sometimes I sit by myself and reminisce over past years (alright)
