Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mohamed Ahmed
Mohamed Ahmed
Songwriter
austin white
austin white
Songwriter
Ethan Mccartney
Ethan Mccartney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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e.
Producer

Testi

I've been thinking 'bout them old days
'Bout them days, with my old ways
My old friends, or the old homies
Or the old benz, or the old home
I remember sitting one-o-seven
That was poppin'
You remember how we used to get it?
Yeah, we rocked it
We was doing murals in the back room
I had momma saying that you had to come home soon
Before the lights out!
Before the lights out!
Before the lights out!
Before the lights out!
Before the lights out!
Before the lights out!
Dark sleepless nights, to the party flights
I need first class seating, for all those times I had to fight just to keep eating
Fuck it!
I need a private jet
Cars with no mileage yet
Old cassettes vintage I'd collect
Yo!
Whole mob full of groupies, yeah
Whole mob full of goonies, yeah
Yeah and you see me man, on the tv getting all the grands
So-so again? Fuck that I don't need Instagram
Followers damn cause I got that cause they tryna get my bag damn
Can't be Jesus without Judas
Damn
Can't be Caesar without Brutus
Yeah
Snakes wanna cut you down right at your legs
So I climb up and I move on with my brag
With that swank, yeah
That's what they told me, yeah
Learned in back in the days studying classics all those days
Damn, I seen it all, seen it all right before my eyes
Seen it all unfold right before I got that high
I'm off one, so I rolled one and now I feel right
Fuck that shit
I just wanna live for the night
I just wanna live for the night
I just wanna live for the night
I just wanna live for the night
Before my lights out
Oxygen arrives, revives me for the time now
It's just in sight now
Absence in my eyes, reminiscing while I ride around
Remember living in that crescent moon?
That was special to me
Count the days that we were separate
We would take off at the morning like we had no stresses
Those memories they fade and painted my reflection
I remember when we got evicted
'Cuz that shit shocked me
I've got blessings only I recall
Nowhere to go and so we're sleeping at my grandma's home
I took the couch, you took the mattress on the floor
And told me ''Lights out!''
I've been singing 'bout them old days
You always told me somethings never would change
I never asked for these replays
I'm leaving ghosts where I go these days
I've been thinking 'bout them old days
'Bout them days, with my old ways
My old friends, or the old homies
Or the old benz, or the old home
I remember sitting one-o-seven
That was poppin'
You remember how we used to get it?
Yeah, we rocked it
We was doing murals in the back room
I had momma saying that you had to come home soon
Before the lights out!
Written by: Ethan Mccartney, Mohamed Ahmed, austin white
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