The Old Days (Prod. Boonie Mayfield)

Verse 1: Phora

Its that type of joint that you burn put in your system and roll to

I ain't got to spark a blunt I'm keeping it old school

Just me and my music and my 03 Camry

It ain't much but if it gets me to my girl shit I'll be happy

Rolling through my city passing streets I used to walk through

Memories of school and all the girls I used to talk to

Flashbacks to the time when I drank my first Mickey's

Paint stains on my dickies, Freight trains on a quickie

Graf writers know what the fuck I'm talking about

Member the very first time you got socked in the mouth? I do

Every week I used to get my ass beat

All the times I ran from the cops could've been an athlete

I ain't tryna have cuffs on my wrists in the backseat

So I'm running through your backyard like it's a track meet

See, I ain't a criminal, just a youngster with problems

And I don't show up to school cause the teachers say not to bother

Prolly 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 crowd

Never follow the rules so I bump this song loud

So selfish I never thought I'd make mom proud, now she taking pictures from the crowd she need to calm down

Tagging me on Facebook every four minutes

Never made a song without putting my soul in it

And this is only getting started

This is for my dearly departed, we out here living homie

Hook

I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days

Miss the good times, back when everything was okay

Cause we had no worries, no cares

But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair

I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days

Miss the good times, back when everything was okay

Cause we had no worries, no cares

But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair

Cause we had no worries, no cares

But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair

Verse 2

So rest in peace to the peeps I'll never see again

I been seeing grandpa in moods that I've never seen him in

85 years old, still keeping it moving with a smile on his face saying "There's still room for improvement"

He ain't got a big house, and he's still pushing a bucket.

But he taught me how to love life even when I had nothing

I rock my dirty Chuck's like they were Jordan's made of gold.

I keep my head to the sky and I never look below

Sip my fourty with a passion, this is for all my people

I promised to keep you living till the day I'm in a casket

Life ain't what it was, and its so hard to get used to

Blues Clues and Coco Puffs, before there was a YouTube

Used to, love to walk to school in the rain

Railroads, watching trains pass envision my name on every one of them

All my 90's kids know where I'm coming from

Rugrats on Saturday mornings right when the sun is up

Raised in Southern Cali, got that California mind state

So don't blame me if I cut you off in traffic

I used to tell girls I'm a rapper over MySpace

Even before I started rapping

Yeah homie, I miss them old days

Miss cruising through Anaheim with pops bumping the o'jays

So all my real niggas put your glass up

You never know if it's your last one

This is for the old days

I miss the way it was, reminiscing bout the old days

Miss the good times, back when everything was okay

Cause we had no worries, no cares

But nothing is the same, life just ain't fair..