Asia Flames and Sweet & Savory - If Only

I miss the old days
I miss the old memories
I miss my bold ways
I miss my gold fantasies
But I can't turn away
There is just way too much to pay
If only I could pray
But there is nothing to say

I miss the old days
I miss the old memories
I miss my bold ways
I miss my gold fantasies
But I can't turn away
There is just way too much to pay
If only I could pray
But there is nothing to say

Little boy has a dream
Big city small opportunities
Wanna enter the game
With small to no ambition and big insecurities
So many players, so many traps ahead
He might have already fallen before he started
Who knows he might already be dead
You still gotta try little boy
At least in a small article in a journal
Dead or alive we out there to be eternal
Not dead physically but mentally in another place
Another space, no longer with the same face
We all age at a different pace
Not here to dump on the old way
Not here to dump on the new way either
Here to dump in my own ways

I ain't a stranger to the decimals and heaven flows
I lift my hands up to the beat
I'm always fucking praising soul
I never lost myself in the hype, I never don't
Poem by my side, I'm reading books like Maya Angelou
Headstrong, rollin dutches
Angels when I'm looking at a view
Hands on the payment
Asked Mother Earth what she knew
She hidin' all this secret
Yeah she hiding all this truth
We never see the time, never hear a tick tock
But we are the fountain of the youth, we cant stop
On life, I catch another sentence
Hide from cops, and hide from adolescence
My fist up, relax never catching all these seconds
I took a breather, took a gasp, now my necks in
I died twice, paranoia, baby can't forgive
The genocide, the constant fear, here where I live
Damn, yup, shit, here where I live
My Bills in my hands, kids to assist
Losing my young spark, I'm growing up with a whisp
Dreams coexist not persist, chase the wealth
Ourselves for sale, with low interest
Cheating is, how we risk all of this
Gun in my hand, cuts on my wrist
What more suicide marks will I get
When I risk myself... when I lose myself...
We all lost ourselves...I just need some help...
I need somewhere to go, somewhere better to be
I need the growth, need the mindset changing in me
I swear to god I just...
When I lie here everyday I think about waves
I drown myself I'm going under way
I'm just thinking about the times that I can't escape
And all the thoughts that I cant escape
I'm just lost in my mind can I get a break
Oh baby boy can I get a break

I miss the old days
I miss the old memories
I miss my bold ways
I miss my gold fantasies
But I can't turn away
There is just way too much to pay
If only I could pray
But there is nothing to say

I miss the old days
I miss the old memories
I miss my bold ways
I miss my gold fantasies
But I can't turn away
There is just way too much to pay
If only I could pray
But there is nothing to say

Written by:
Asia Bridges-Aleman, Dodly Clair

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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