Текст песни THOSE DAYS ARE GONE - SmooveDonn

Those days are gone
Those days are gone
Those days are gone
Take me back
Take those days are gone
Those days are gone
Those days are gone

I wish I stayed in school longer it's sad to say it
Cause life been trying to test me ever since I graduated
I could've been a college guy but studio time is kind of high
So I work a nine to five along this path I'm taking
Like every day I'm stressed while sitting in that traffic waiting
Looked at my check and now I'm contemplating tax evasion
I got bills my only option is to stack this paper if I dont, IRS going to grab a noose and Have me hanging
I never happened to have a life that was fascinating
My life a product of music hooping and bad relations
A bigger picture hangs on my wall of imagination
If I quit chasing this vision nigga it's back to slaving (Get back to work nigger)
For the white man, punching the time sheet
They set you up to fail but then expect you to find peace what the fu
Man listen, I'm throwing hands with Uncle Sam he got the right to see me
Take me back in time where cartoons were good and life was easy

Take me back
Take me back
Those days are gone
Those days are gone
Take me back
Take me back
Those days are gone
Those days are gone
Those days are gone

I should've listened when they told me don't be in a rush to grow up
Was at my happiest as a fatty kid crushing donuts
Minnieland summer camp had me making arts and crafts
Even as a youngin I was on the playground talking trash
I be fronting acting like, I ain't tripping off the past but like a linebacker sack
I ain't getting off the pass
Used to window shop my fingertips slid across the glass
That's the type of shit I reminisce ripping of the tag of the new drip that I rock
Ain't flexing for the gram I know a few mixed in that pot
I ain't them niggas who be in the pic gripping a glock
I show what type of time I'm on in case you missing a watch
I grew up around some hating niggas who wish I would stop
Wishing my tickets would flop
Niggas who dapping you up
Be the ones twisting the plot
I never dealt with these problems back in my hooping time
Take me to the point in my life where they never knew I rhymed

Take me back
Take me back
Those days are gone
Those days are gone
Take me back
Take me back
Those days are gone
Those days are gone
Those days are gone

My journey odd like when sliding on ninety five flow, more portapod basura before
Now anybody can get no coupons
Must of heard that I'm that nigga like grey poupon I really do this
Never chasing money, but not running from it
Never chasing money I keep it a few hundred
Murdering a beat, cold case broad day broad day
Who did it it's a damn who done it, me