CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Good Days (Remix) (V2)
Hi Heego
(I miss ridin' round town with my friends)
I miss ridin' round town with me friends
.40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start none
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Now we're all grown up, we all came a long way at the start
We all went the wrong way, once or twice
We can't help that sh*t, it's lifе
I miss my old friends, member wе was doin' Xans
Up in school, the teachers said we will be in jail or dead
Now I make way more money than them
Hit up the plug, spend they rent, I bought a pint, red Hi-Tech
I miss my mom, I miss my friends, I miss my house, I miss my pet
Layla Fetch! Mom, come to LA., I'll get you a jet
Got off my ass and I got to a check
Feelin' sorry for the n***as who slept
Yeah, on me and my gang, cause we runnin' sh*t this year
f**k a phone, I'm gon' hold those hundreds to my ear
I miss ridin' round town with my friends
.40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start none
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Cigarettes and percs make my best work
Cigarettes and percs make my chest hurt
Cigarettes and percs boost my net worth
Rich n***a junkie, still could f**k your mommy
Stepping in Devinchi, maybe Dior or some
Thinking back to when my bed was on the floor or some
Now I count dead, presidents, me in the morgue all day
I got the Bat, I got the drip, I keep a torch always
Remember they was looking at me sideways
Now I'm getting big bucks, ride around with the stick tucked
Me want no problems, Me want no mix-ups
I just want dollars, me want to get rich. Yeah 50 bands in all cash, they trump like me Visa
If I see a young n***a richer than me I wouldn't like me either
I keep it on me, got me walking like an old geezer
If he wants to fight I'll be him to a seizure
If he wants to die I bet Satan wouldn't meet him
Mask on my face with revenge on my t-shirt (with revenge on my t-shirt)
I miss ridin' round town with my friends
.40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start none
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
(I miss ridin' round town with my friends)
(I miss ridin' round town with my friends)
I miss ridin' round town with me friends
.40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start none
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Now we're all grown up, we all came a long way at the start
We all went the wrong way, once or twice
We can't help that sh*t, it's lifе
I miss my old friends, member wе was doin' Xans
Up in school, the teachers said we will be in jail or dead
Now I make way more money than them
Hit up the plug, spend they rent, I bought a pint, red Hi-Tech
I miss my mom, I miss my friends, I miss my house, I miss my pet
Layla Fetch! Mom, come to LA., I'll get you a jet
Got off my ass and I got to a check
Feelin' sorry for the n***as who slept
Yeah, on me and my gang, cause we runnin' sh*t this year
f**k a phone, I'm gon' hold those hundreds to my ear
I miss ridin' round town with my friends
.40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start none
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Cigarettes and percs make my best work
Cigarettes and percs make my chest hurt
Cigarettes and percs boost my net worth
Rich n***a junkie, still could f**k your mommy
Stepping in Devinchi, maybe Dior or some
Thinking back to when my bed was on the floor or some
Now I count dead, presidents, me in the morgue all day
I got the Bat, I got the drip, I keep a torch always
Remember they was looking at me sideways
Now I'm getting big bucks, ride around with the stick tucked
Me want no problems, Me want no mix-ups
I just want dollars, me want to get rich. Yeah 50 bands in all cash, they trump like me Visa
If I see a young n***a richer than me I wouldn't like me either
I keep it on me, got me walking like an old geezer
If he wants to fight I'll be him to a seizure
If he wants to die I bet Satan wouldn't meet him
Mask on my face with revenge on my t-shirt (with revenge on my t-shirt)
I miss ridin' round town with my friends
.40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start none
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
(I miss ridin' round town with my friends)
