MISS THOSE DAYS Lyrics

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Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days

I remember times we were young and stupid

We were cracking jokes, we were rude and ruthless

Had the apple bong, first time we zooted

Had that Hypnotiq, that nasty blue shit

Remember those days we would party in the woods

Dance some bachata, party in the hood

Cops came through, they would break it up

High school crush you were breaking up

We would go to college, we were growing up

First weekend on campus, throwin' up

When Friday came we were skipping class

Mom and dad found out they would kick your ass

I can't front, I got good grades

Do well in school, that should pay

I stayed focused, I took it farther

So I worked hard and I partied harder

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days

31 and shit's so different

I need to make some grown decisions

I'm not ready, shit I admit it

That wife and kids, it's not my interest

I got time, I'm still young

My fam with me, they real ones

That's bullshit, saying 30's old

I chase the journey, staying on this road

Situationships, they ending quick, I promise you I'm not crazy

I feel bad cause I'm a good guy, and that's just how my mom raised me

In the studio, gotta hit the lab

Gotta do these shows, gotta get the bag

Those holidays are right around the corner, I gotta get that Christmas cash

That mistletoe got no one there, that ball drop, I'm dolo again

I'm the illest in the world with these letters and a pen

Gotta let you go girl, you'll be better in the end, uhh

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days, man I miss those days now

Man I miss those days, man I miss those days