Won't you being me right back to the old days
When we used to sit around all day and blow haze
Won't you bring me right
Won't you bring me right
Won't you being me right back to the old days
When we used to sit around all day and blow haze
Won't you bring me right
Bring me ri-ght
Okay I ain't a kid anymore i'm 24 goin 5
Day to day im grindin just to try and stay alive
But I'm okay with it
Cause im sick of all this rappers with they big chains
Talkin big game
Then they spit lame
Fuck the fame
I just wanna chill up in the driveway
Then we roll another one back at my place
While we bump another cd
Nas, Jay Z, Mos Def and Kweli
I take another hit sit back surfin on they wayback
Cousin with the wave cap
Keys lemme play that
Cause I ain't never had more than when i had less
And I don't need to keep a record of my progress
Cause I don't worry bout the future i don't worry bout the past
I don't worry bout the teacher tryna kick me outta the class
Kiss my ass
Either way I'm gonna pass
Homie pull up with the gas
And we rollin up the grass
It's the fries with the old bay
Eggs with the oj
Cuz with the cold fade
Pillows with the crochet
Yeah
I know my childhood has an expiration
But my adulthoods on procrastination
Truly I just wanna spit this
Makin music all day checkin beats up off the hit list
I'm sorry mama I don't plan on comin home
Till I get all of my shit straight and pay of all your loans
I remember waitin in that popeyes
See you talkin on the payphone
Where did all the time fly?
Working way over your 9 5
So if the world got a price
That's half of what your worth in my eyes
Yes I'm a mess but I'm keepin it real
The devil throwin me offers
But I ain't feelin his deals
I just wanna sit with Otis on the dock of the bay
Blow haze everyday
Live life cliché
Won't you being me right back to the old days
When we used to sit around all day and blow haze
Won't you bring me right
Won't you bring me right
Won't you being me right back to the old days
When we used to sit around all day and blow haze
Won't you bring me right
Bring me ri-ght
Recuerdo esos momentos en mi cuadra dando vueltas y desde muy pequeños manejando bicicleta
Sólo miro el horizonte voy buscando una respuesta
Trabajando día a día para cumplir esas promesas
Dedicado a hacer mi arte soy amante de las tardes
También del primer amor
O aquel abrazo allá en ese parque
Influencias de mi padre
Son los viejos tiempos y los viajes
Como te amo madre
Pasan los años primavera
Y si lloviera tú lo vieras
A veces la espera desespera
Y ya quisiera encontrar paz en esta carretera
Con la libreta llena
Pero vacía la cartera ya no dueles pero aún no te supera
No sé tal vez no haya una manera
Viajar por el mundo yo quisiera
Con o sin ti pero que no me falte letra
Que no me falta el aire y tampoco la letra
Won't you being me right back to the old days
When we used to sit around all day and blow haze
Won't you bring me right
Won't you bring me right
Won't you being me right back to the old days
When we used to sit around all day and blow haze
Won't you bring me right
Bring me ri-ght