Lyrics Lost Times (feat. Jozzy) - ScHoolboy Q , Jozzy
Uh
I
feel
blessed,
had
the
bread
stash
I
woke
up
feelin'
saucy,
blew
the
whole
bag,
uh
Get
your
hood
maxed
Two
kids,
same
baby
mama,
all
black
You
know
me
though,
alcoholic,
all
the
little
shit
that
comes
involved
with
it
Takes
time,
man,
you
know
what
I
mean
I
got
some
screws
loose
in
this
thing,
you
know
what
I
mean
It
takes
some
time,
but
it's
gon'
be
the
one
though
And
that's
just
how
it
works
Slid
through
the
many
nights
I
never
met
many
like
I
Say
she
like
girls
that
want
mines
Fuck
on
her
friends,
I
might
not
Niggas
stand
clear
when
I
drop
Niggas
gon'
learn
when
I
talk
You
see
they
move
when
I
march
God,
credit,
bless,
love,
the
realest
My
thugs,
my
niggas,
drugs
and
killers
How
you
hate
me
with
a
smile,
my
nigga?
You
foul,
my
nigga
You
turned
love
into
a
cow,
my
nigga,
ayy
Pop,
I
did
it,
the
block,
I
slid
it
You
hatin',
I
figured,
no
sleep
on
my
pillow
You
broke
and
a
bum,
the
worst
of
the
scum
Was
dappin'
your
son,
he
know
how
I
won
You
see
how
I
come,
you
see
how
I'm
clutch
The
only
of
us,
pfft,
uh
Slid
through
the
many
nights
I
never
met
many
like
I
You
mention
Q,
and
they
lie
I
know
I'm
great
in
they
eyes
The
first
Hoover
that
flied,
I
(Suu)
I'ma
put
my
fingers
in
the
air
for
the
lost
times
Twist
one
then
I
put
it
in
the
air
for
the
lost
times
I'ma
throw
this
money
everywhere
for
the
lost
times
(su,
su,
su,
su,
su,
su)
I'ma
get
to
bustin'
in
the
air
for
the
lost
times
(pop,
pop,
pop)
(Su,
su,
su)
Slid
through
the
many
nights,
uh
Givin'
you
plenty
life,
uh
Death
and
beauty
all
alike
I
tried
so
many
times,
like,
how
else
I'ma
climb
the
height?
Uh
Who
knew
I'd
be
dynamite,
uh?
You
keepin'
it
shade
(you
keepin'
it
shade)
I'm
tryna
shine
all
the
light,
uh
Yeah,
on
the
gang,
look
I
learned
the
most
when
I
get
calls
from
my
cell
We
all
need
help,
but
first
we
must
believe
in
ourselves
We
all
on
wealth
right
(right),
but
first
we
gotta
learn
how
to
fail
We
all
seen
Hell,
right,
so
tell
me
it
was
better
than
Hell
Oh,
wait,
uh,
no
matter
what
we
livin'
it
up
(we
livin'
it
up)
Life
is
what
you
make
it,
and
it,
it
still
ain't
enough
(it
still
ain't-)
Uh,
yo,
on
God
in
Heaven,
this
how
I
rock
though
(suu)
The
homies
didn't
believe
until
I
slid
with
you,
right?
(Right)
My
mama,
she
didn't
believe
until
I
wrote
pictures,
right?
Uh
Got
a
call
about
some
hate,
you
still
my
dawg,
nigga,
right?
(Uh)
But
instead
of
extended
your
hand,
you
want
me
to
dig
with
you
Like-
(a'ight)
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