| 作词 : Maurice Shadee Clarke | |
| 作曲 : Fabrice Ferrando | |
| Took me a minute | |
| To really say what I wanted to | |
| Overthinking | |
| And second guessing my humble moves | |
| No more dwelling on past glory | |
| That's yesterday | |
| I know we got some better days in store | |
| but right now, I'm feelin' like | |
| I should of been had it made | |
| And at this age | |
| I ripped my first stage | |
| When I was in sixth grade | |
| I never really got good grades | |
| Never really was that paid | |
| But I knew one thing was for sure | |
| This wasn't no damn phase | |
| Fast forward, 26 | |
| My daughter gettin' older now | |
| I miss ya mama | |
| But my heart gettin' colder now | |
| I place the blame on some of her actions | |
| Mines too you know | |
| But sometimes | |
| Shit just happen, in a normal fashion | |
| Everything is not everlasting | |
| That's what my Mom said | |
| And Poppa said too | |
| Then pass that shit down to us | |
| I mean we could you do? | |
| Through the bullshit | |
| I always say stay true | |
| Meanwhile my generation wanna turn up | |
| Rather than hear statements | |
| That will get us through an every day basis | |
| I ain't tryna hit the club | |
| One of my homies doin' time | |
| He don't know when he'll ever, ever | |
| Get to see that sunshine | |
| Meanwhile I'm raising mine | |
| Couldn't take a hour in that cell | |
| When my sister had to come and post my bail | |
| Real shit couldn't say it realer | |
| Does this honesty sound familiar? | |
| When everybody livin' a lie | |
| Scared to say how it is | |
| **** another man opinion dawg | |
| Just handle ya biz | |
| Contemplate my entire life | |
| While I’m smokin' a cig | |
| 'Cause it ain't all just makin it big | |
| My nigga live | |
| [Chorus] | |
| For my Old Souls | |
| 3x | |
| 'Cause I ain't tryna hit the club | |
| One of my homies doin' time | |
| He don't know when he'll ever, ever | |
| Get to see that sunshine | |
| Meanwhile, I'm raisin' my mine | |
| Couldn't take a hour in that cell | |
| When my sister had to come | |
| And post my bail | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Maurice Shadee Clarke | |
| zuo qu : Fabrice Ferrando | |
| Took me a minute | |
| To really say what I wanted to | |
| Overthinking | |
| And second guessing my humble moves | |
| No more dwelling on past glory | |
| That' s yesterday | |
| I know we got some better days in store | |
| but right now, I' m feelin' like | |
| I should of been had it made | |
| And at this age | |
| I ripped my first stage | |
| When I was in sixth grade | |
| I never really got good grades | |
| Never really was that paid | |
| But I knew one thing was for sure | |
| This wasn' t no damn phase | |
| Fast forward, 26 | |
| My daughter gettin' older now | |
| I miss ya mama | |
| But my heart gettin' colder now | |
| I place the blame on some of her actions | |
| Mines too you know | |
| But sometimes | |
| Shit just happen, in a normal fashion | |
| Everything is not everlasting | |
| That' s what my Mom said | |
| And Poppa said too | |
| Then pass that shit down to us | |
| I mean we could you do? | |
| Through the bullshit | |
| I always say stay true | |
| Meanwhile my generation wanna turn up | |
| Rather than hear statements | |
| That will get us through an every day basis | |
| I ain' t tryna hit the club | |
| One of my homies doin' time | |
| He don' t know when he' ll ever, ever | |
| Get to see that sunshine | |
| Meanwhile I' m raising mine | |
| Couldn' t take a hour in that cell | |
| When my sister had to come and post my bail | |
| Real shit couldn' t say it realer | |
| Does this honesty sound familiar? | |
| When everybody livin' a lie | |
| Scared to say how it is | |
| another man opinion dawg | |
| Just handle ya biz | |
| Contemplate my entire life | |
| While I' m smokin' a cig | |
| ' Cause it ain' t all just makin it big | |
| My nigga live | |
| Chorus | |
| For my Old Souls | |
| 3x | |
| ' Cause I ain' t tryna hit the club | |
| One of my homies doin' time | |
| He don' t know when he' ll ever, ever | |
| Get to see that sunshine | |
| Meanwhile, I' m raisin' my mine | |
| Couldn' t take a hour in that cell | |
| When my sister had to come | |
| And post my bail | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Maurice Shadee Clarke | |
| zuò qǔ : Fabrice Ferrando | |
| Took me a minute | |
| To really say what I wanted to | |
| Overthinking | |
| And second guessing my humble moves | |
| No more dwelling on past glory | |
| That' s yesterday | |
| I know we got some better days in store | |
| but right now, I' m feelin' like | |
| I should of been had it made | |
| And at this age | |
| I ripped my first stage | |
| When I was in sixth grade | |
| I never really got good grades | |
| Never really was that paid | |
| But I knew one thing was for sure | |
| This wasn' t no damn phase | |
| Fast forward, 26 | |
| My daughter gettin' older now | |
| I miss ya mama | |
| But my heart gettin' colder now | |
| I place the blame on some of her actions | |
| Mines too you know | |
| But sometimes | |
| Shit just happen, in a normal fashion | |
| Everything is not everlasting | |
| That' s what my Mom said | |
| And Poppa said too | |
| Then pass that shit down to us | |
| I mean we could you do? | |
| Through the bullshit | |
| I always say stay true | |
| Meanwhile my generation wanna turn up | |
| Rather than hear statements | |
| That will get us through an every day basis | |
| I ain' t tryna hit the club | |
| One of my homies doin' time | |
| He don' t know when he' ll ever, ever | |
| Get to see that sunshine | |
| Meanwhile I' m raising mine | |
| Couldn' t take a hour in that cell | |
| When my sister had to come and post my bail | |
| Real shit couldn' t say it realer | |
| Does this honesty sound familiar? | |
| When everybody livin' a lie | |
| Scared to say how it is | |
| another man opinion dawg | |
| Just handle ya biz | |
| Contemplate my entire life | |
| While I' m smokin' a cig | |
| ' Cause it ain' t all just makin it big | |
| My nigga live | |
| Chorus | |
| For my Old Souls | |
| 3x | |
| ' Cause I ain' t tryna hit the club | |
| One of my homies doin' time | |
| He don' t know when he' ll ever, ever | |
| Get to see that sunshine | |
| Meanwhile, I' m raisin' my mine | |
| Couldn' t take a hour in that cell | |
| When my sister had to come | |
| And post my bail | |
| Chorus |
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