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The good times Kid and play kick steppin Big family issues taught lots of big lessons Where all the men go That's the big question Guarantee the men I raise staying way past conception I wrote this in Aruba with a bad reception In between scuba diving and a couple snorkel lessons Reflective Ocean water reflections Infectious Overcoming objections You ever seen the moon bouncing off the water Doctor say you can't and then you go and have daughter No luck all design Went to sleep dreaming woke up to this life of mine Looking at this watch I guess I got time On the rooftop gazing at the skyline You looking out for yours just know I got mine My songs forever jamming like a gloc nine On the boulevard we was never part time Whole of dreams ended by that stop sign Take it back like my Grandma with box wine Like my Grand Momma and box wine The good times Numb to the fact we was traumatized But this future would be Prophesized Torn between the columbine and the concubines My knowledge stayed increasing with my condom size I chose college over homicide Lasted one semester At least I gave it the College try My late teens a failure in my fathers eyes Without a dream I was not alive So I had to lead to em to water Hard drive deleted My drive went even harder Set goals achieve em Feed my sons and my daughter My life for theirs At peace with being the Martyr Looking at this watch I guess I got time On the rooftop gazing at the skyline You looking out for yours just know I got mine My songs forever jamming like a gloc nine On the boulevard we was never part time Whole of dreams ended by that stop sign Take it back like my Grandma with box wine Like my Grand Momma and box wine The good times Before we all lost our way Shout out to both sides of my family Let's get this shit on track Forever got yo back Signing off Mak Looking at this watch I guess I got time On the rooftop gazing at the skyline You looking out for yours just know I got mine My songs forever jamming like a gloc nine On the boulevard we was never part time Whole of dreams ended by that stop sign Take it back like my Grandma with box wine Like my Grand Momma and box wine
Writer(s): Harrold Cole Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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