This instrumental makes me reminisce
its Making me miss the good old days
The good old ways
With our mates waking up at 7 with my face
Smiling ready to go riding finding them golden lines un
With the sun shining
blaring in our face we sweating
Stinking up the place but we aint caring
Jus cussing and swear dissen our cousins
Daring to take new drugs
The feeling yeah the buzz
Safe to say its a rush
Its Cush
We youngins so pass the Kush
All we all be so shielded plus
All we needed is our ruck sack
Were we snuck back outta thot school
we strut back wit a pot noodle
Now I’m not neutral
Like tryna Showa a poodle
Now trine be like josh newell
Not from 2005 to 5 not happening
From 2017 to infinity believe me
