Текст песни R.T.N. - Squeezy

Remember those fights where I'm winning them till I can't lose
Remember those nights where I'm popping pills till I can't move
Now something ain't right, I can notice it when you change moods And shorty ain't nice Now I'm wondering why you came through

Go out the back door
I ain't been the type to go get jealous, but I track hoes
I just wanna see lil sum shake, but it ain't lactose
Turn around and get your back blown
Talking on the net, so brodie plug in then he crack codes

(Remember Those Nights)
With all them pussy ass bitches
(Remember Those Nights)
We couldn't handle the switches
(Remember Those Nights)
We had the rags now it's riches
(Remember Those Nights)
Where me and bro on a mission

On a mission, had to clear all the vision to see what's missing
Now I'm missing everything I was dissing before I ditched it
Love my brothers, if they given permission then they gon' split 'em Know I'm with 'em if The Lord is my witness, come take me with 'em

I said shorty what you feeling, I can't do this by myself
You the only one around, so that's why I'm asking for help
I keep hearing all these sounds, of all my demons come from hell
I think that my breath is getting shorter I can't really tell
Probably from the nicotine and the weed when it hits my lungs
It's like they tryna send a message or signal from up above
Like bandit chill out with the drama, and that talking about them guns
Said don't worry I ain't tripping, just defending who I love

(Remember Those Nights)
I'm bagging gram after gram
(Remember Those Nights)
I'm popping tram after xan
(Remember Those Nights)
When I got snaked by my mans
(Remember Those Nights)
We took they paper and ran

We took they paper and ran
Play you get blammed by the can
Is you gon' stand with your mans or fold and talk on the stand
I keep it solid, hug my moms, go do a show for some bands
It feel like every fucking artist don't show love, they just scam

Now Lil' Loski you a fake, shows you still broke in your hands
And Lil' Seeto you a pussy, I ain't stressing you fans
Boy y'all just wait until I'm blowing, put on blast for your scams
Make you so small, I'll be the beach, you'll be a grain of the sand