JUZ - Them Days

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, grrr
JUZ can you pass the fucking jay?)
I remember them days,
Stand on the block all day, move here, move there, get paid
You don't want smoke with us, you know that shit is laced
Damn, I might smoke too much, this shit go to my brain
But every time I hit that shit, I fuckin' blast off
Remember seein' bro with a can, you know he smokin' that crack rock
Ice done broke my wrist, might have to take that cast off
You can turn up to this shit, no, this is not a sad song
All you laughin' now, but I'll make millions off a laptop
Shit, back to rollin' up, don't mean no drive-by
We might scam you if you in the public Wi-Fi
Better get out that, better go lock that fuckin' card
Homie, don't blame me, I'm just tryna help you move smart
You was thinkin' 'bout that, thinkin' 'bout plans, thinkin' 'bout this
Like, shoulda done that, shoulda got back, shoulda done shit
You was doin' everything except get rich
Get your fuckin' hands up on some ass and off of your dick
I remember them days,
Stand on the block all day, move here, move there, get paid
You don't want smoke with us, you know that shit is laced
Damn, I might smoke too much, this shit go to my brain
But every time I hit that shit, I fuckin' blast off
Remember seein' bro with a can, you know he smokin' that crack rock
Ice done broke my wrist, might have to take that cast off
You can turn up to this shit, no, this is not a sad song
All you laughin' now, but I'll make millions off a laptop
Back when we ain't had no money, had to split the G
Back when you get a G and then you get .2 for free
She broke up with me, now if she smell weed, she gotta think of me
And everybody smoke here, for her it's sickening
She still wants to see me, but she do not want to admit it
Every time I try to talk to her, she actin' too defensive
She think I'm deceivin' her, yeah, she think I'm deceptive
Yeah, I'ma get you back, fuck the next bitch
I remember them days,
Stand on the block all day, move here, move there, get paid
You don't want smoke with us, you know that shit is laced
Damn, I might smoke too much, this shit go to my brain
But every time I hit that shit, I fuckin' blast off
Remember seein' bro with a can, you know he smokin' that crack rock
Ice done broke my wrist, might have to take that cast off
You can turn up to this shit, no, this is not a sad song
All you laughin' now, but I'll make millions off a laptop

Written by:
Justin Fahlke

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