Phora - The Old Days Lyrics
[Verse 1: Phora]Its that type of joint that you burn, put in your system and row to. I ain't got to spark a blunt im keeping it old schoolJust me and my music and my 03 camry, it ain't much but if it gets me to my girl shit ill be happyRolling through my city passing streets i used to walk through. Memories of school and all the girls i used to talk toFlashbacks to the time when I drank my first mickeys, paint stains on my dickies, freight trains on a quickie. Graff writers know what the ***** im talking aboutMember the very first time you got socked in the mouth? I do. Every week I used to get my ass beatAll the times I ran from the cops coulda been a athlete. I ain't tryna have cuffs on my wrists in the backseat... so im running through your backyard like its a track meetSee, I ain't a criminal, just a youngster with problems and I don't show up to school cause the teachers say not to botherProlly 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 crowdNever 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 needa calm down. Taggin me on Facebook every 4 minutes. Never made a song without putting my soul in itAnd this is only getting started, this is for my dearly departed, we out here living homieee[Hook: Phora]I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days. Miss the good times, back when everything was okayCause we had no worries, no cares... but nothing is the same, life just ain't fair[Verse 2: Phora]So REST IN PEACE to the peeps ill never see again. I been seeing grandpa in moods I never seen him in85 years old, still keeping it moving with a smile on his face saying "theres 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 nothingI rock my dirty chucks like they were jordans made of gold. I keep my head to the sky and I never look belowSip my fourty with a passion, this is for all my people I promised to keep you living till the day im in a casketLife ain't what it was, and its so hard to get used to. Blues clues and coco puffs, before there was a YouTubeUse to walk to school in the rain, railroads watching trains pass invision my name on every one of themAll my 90's kids know where im coming from. Rugrats on Saturday mornings right when the sun is upRaised in southern Cali, got that California mind stateeee. So don't blame me if I cut you off in trafficccI used to tell girls im a rapper over MySpace... even before I started rappingYeah homie, I miss them old days, miss cruising through Anaheim with pops bumping the old jaysSo all my real niggas put your glass up, you never know if its your last one. This is for the old days
