Текст песни Good Days

I miss ridin' round town with my friends .40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start nun Cooler then the boys in the band Color of my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock Good days, good days, reminisce the good days Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay Good days, good days, reminisce the good days Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay Now we're all grown up, we all came a long way from the start We all went the wrong way, once or twice We can't help that shit, it's life I miss my old friends, member we was doin' xans Up in school, the teachers said we will be in jail or dead Now I make way more money then them Hit up the plug, spend they rent, I bought a pint, red Hi-Tech I miss my mom, I miss my friends, I miss my house, I miss my pet Layla fetch! Mom come to LA, I'll get you a jet Got off my ass and I got to a check Feelin' sorry for the niggas who slept Yeah, on me and my gang, cause we runnin' shit this year Fuck a phone, I'm gon' hold those hundreds to my ear I miss ridin' round town with my friends .40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start nun Cooler then the boys in the band Color of my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock Good days, good days, reminisce the good days Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay Good days, good days, reminisce the good days Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay