Good Days Lyrics

These them good days, good music, good smoke

Let all the stress and worries go

Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow

Sit back, light it, take a toke

These them good days, good music, good smoke

Let all the stress and worries go

Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow

Sit back, light it, take a toke

These them good days

Staring at the ceiling fan reminiscing

High as fuck speaker blasting while I mopped the kitchen

Minimum wage, remember them days

Man I was fucked up, switched up my ways and now I'm chilling,

Take another L to the face dawg we winning

Ain't always been this way we was drowning now we swimming

All it takes is patience, fuck them allegations

Make them niggas that was hating say congratulations

We light up, gut a Dutch, grab a wrap

Call me Pastor Clever, cause I need it for my cataracts

If it's pay day, hit the dealer gotta grab a sack

If we ain't got no where to go, smoke em back to back

That's just how it be though

Smoke wherever we go

Patience running thin, ain't the same nigga as before

So I sit back, light a J

Dealer hit me right away

And the numbers look right when I weigh

These them good days

Ay man, this that shit you said you got from homeboy

Shit fire bruh, this shit fire as fuck

These them good days, good music, good smoke

Let all the stress and worries go

Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow

Sit back, light it, take a toke

These them good days, good music, good smoke

Let all the stress and worries go

Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow

Sit back, light it, take a toke

These them good days

Roll up ignite it

Keep them issues private

We might get

In some other shit it's the right fit

For the occasion we blazing light this

What am I tasting, I'm gazing like "shit"

Nigga I'm high as fuck

Ain't no way I'd rather be getting my profits up

Tell me who stopping us

And I'll show you a man that's mistaking

Just another barrier that I'm breaking

Gotta show some loyalty for me to just call you bro

Keep an old head in the clique, the more you know

When will they understand I'm not your average joe

Came a long way, still a long way to go (Real shit)

Still need a day to smoke and chill, we done grown up

Debt collectors all on my line they blow my phone up

Ain't ruining the day with the stress of a bill

Don't know how we'll get through but we will

These them good days

Damn son, I'm gone bruh, what time is it?

Oh shit damn, forgot to hit her back