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I wish there was a way to know we were in the good old days when we were in them. Yeah yeah yeah. Wooop. Tight click. Plans be like what are we splitting? A 30 of bud, a handle of admirals, cups full of Caldwells, whose house we partying at? Driving around neighborhoods, waiting for that beep, beep on the Nextel to come through. No gps, just directions through the phone line. Seeing cars parked to the side for what seemed like miles, hearing 50 bumping and lil Wayne…, yeah yeah yeah. We right here. We in this house. These were the times we never knew we’d miss. Yeah yeah yeah. 

Nothing like feeling the bass of the music interupt your own heart beat. Liquor seeping into our bloodstream feeling warm, feeling bold, feeling good good good. 

I wish there was a way to know we were in the good old days when we were in them….. yeah yeah yeah…wooop 

Parking lot parties with bonfires high as the sky. Partying with a crew we never thought we would never see again. These are the good ole days. Never knew we would miss them. Police trying to find us, but we kept our crew tight. Some fights broke out, but all love, living for another weekend. None of us knew when the last time would be. Yeah yeah yeah. 

Wish there was a way to know we were in the good old days when we were in them… yupppp… wooooop.

Trap beats, echo heavy beats