THOSE DAYS ARE GONE ft. Nicolayus Ali Lyrics

Those days are gone

Those days are gone

Those days are gone

Take me back

Take those days are gone

Those days are gone

Those days are gone

I wish I stayed in school longer it's sad to say it

Cause life been trying to test me ever since I graduated

I could've been a college guy but studio time is kind of high

So I work a nine to five along this path I'm taking

Like every day I'm stressed while sitting in that traffic waiting

Looked at my check and now I'm contemplating tax evasion

I got bills my only option is to stack this paper if I dont, IRS going to grab a noose and Have me hanging

I never happened to have a life that was fascinating

My life a product of music hooping and bad relations

A bigger picture hangs on my wall of imagination

If I quit chasing this vision nigga it's back to slaving (Get back to work nigger)

For the white man, punching the time sheet

They set you up to fail but then expect you to find peace what the fu

Man listen, I'm throwing hands with Uncle Sam he got the right to see me

Take me back in time where cartoons were good and life was easy

Take me back

Take me back

Those days are gone

Those days are gone

Take me back

Take me back

Those days are gone

Those days are gone

Those days are gone

I should've listened when they told me don't be in a rush to grow up

Was at my happiest as a fatty kid crushing donuts

Minnieland summer camp had me making arts and crafts

Even as a youngin I was on the playground talking trash

I be fronting acting like, I ain't tripping off the past but like a linebacker sack

I ain't getting off the pass

Used to window shop my fingertips slid across the glass

That's the type of shit I reminisce ripping of the tag of the new drip that I rock

Ain't flexing for the gram I know a few mixed in that pot

I ain't them niggas who be in the pic gripping a glock

I show what type of time I'm on in case you missing a watch

I grew up around some hating niggas who wish I would stop

Wishing my tickets would flop

Niggas who dapping you up

Be the ones twisting the plot

I never dealt with these problems back in my hooping time

Take me to the point in my life where they never knew I rhymed

Take me back

Take me back

Those days are gone

Those days are gone

Take me back

Take me back

Those days are gone

Those days are gone

Those days are gone

My journey odd like when sliding on ninety five flow, more portapod basura before

Now anybody can get no coupons

Must of heard that I'm that nigga like grey poupon I really do this

Never chasing money, but not running from it

Never chasing money I keep it a few hundred

Murdering a beat, cold case broad day broad day

Who did it it's a damn who done it, me