Lyrics Better Times - Pats feat. The Kyd

Take me back to the better times
Wind chimes with the simple rhymes
Petty crimes with kids on the block
Used to leave the doors unlocked
Better times, we were non-stop
Laptops and a fake watch
Little cross-cross, little hot sauce
Now it's time to be the big boss

Can't get enough of this music
Drop shit constant to prove it
New shit, throw it in the garbage
Old shit, put it in the vault, bitch
Put it in the vault bitch
Never moved birds not an Ostrich
No doctorate
Didn't like school
Independent got to send it when I wanna
Marijuana got my dose right
I think you ghost, write
Prolly beat me in a gun fight tho
Might Bale, you a psycho
No typo, Pats put you out, NyQuil
You obsess over the pill now you laying still
Yeah, that shit's real
2020, can't believe it's real
Took Regis now they got to Phil the void
Reaper came for Kobe too, the Philly boy
Now I'm feelin' paranoid
Ignoring all the tabloids
Setting up the decoys
Blocking out the white noise
Yeah I know I'm just a white boy
Just a white boy with a big toy
OutKast like Big Boi
Super Big Boy on the side
No fries
Look me in my eyes when you talk shit
Talk shit, get rocked kid
More 3s than a Houston Rocket

Take me back to the better times
Wind chimes with the simple rhymes
Petty crimes with kids on the block
Used to leave the doors unlocked
Better times, we were non-stop
Laptops and a fake watch
Little cross-cross, little hot sauce
Now it's time to be the big boss

Take me back to the better times
Wind chimes with the simple rhymes
Petty crimes with kids on the block
Used to leave the doors unlocked
Better times, we were non-stop
Laptops and a fake watch
Little cross-cross, little hot sauce
Now it's time to be the big boss

Steadfastly I rack these stacks of bread vastly
Pencil lead nasty, use phlegm to dead whack teams
Old heads gas me, get mo'cred actually
Cause a code red for slow speeds, that be
Why as far as the flow our craft is Picasso
Crack hits we drop those with savage bravado
Of massive Gestapos to stash big gelato
Bad bitch I'll clap quick, she'll fap this then swallow
It's Pats and the Kyd, back with a mix
Lack discipline, smack bitches when tracks hitting them
Cats bitter and spazz and diss them
But one rap will finish
We academics, Chat lieutenants, that relentless
Y'all apprehensive, our stature in this
Surpass ya kinship's, cuz we linchpins
Slick style fuckery got thick gals sucking me
The shit now, ya can skip out or just give crowns up to me

Take me back to the better times
Wind chimes with the simple rhymes
Petty crimes with kids on the block
Used to leave the doors unlocked
Better times, we were non-stop
Laptops and a fake watch
Little cross-cross, little hot sauce
Now it's time to be the big boss

Take me back to the better times
Wind chimes with the simple rhymes
Petty crimes with kids on the block
Used to leave the doors unlocked
Better times, we were non-stop
Laptops and a fake watch
Little cross-cross, little hot sauce
Now it's time to be the big boss