Sometimes I say that I want you back but
I don’t know if I do
Sometimes I think ’bout the good days we had
But there were bad days too
Back when I felt free
(Back when I felt free)
Spending time didn’t have a fee
(Spending time didn’t have a fee)
And I can just be me
(And I can just be me)
Yeah the good old times
Me and my girl just have met
(Me and my girl just have met)
Remember nights that we forget
(Remember nights that we forget)
I wasn’t rapping yet
(I wasn’t rapping yet)
Yeah, the good old times
I remember when I didn’t have a worry (worry)
When my life was at a slow pace, wasn’t into such a hurry (hurry)
I will go and sip that vodka till my vision will get blurry (blurry)
My girl had a red jean sweatshirt, and that hood, it was so furry
Back when we would not get bored (bored)
And my girl had that accord (cord)
And we fill up half a tank ’cause that is all we could effort
Before I ever heard a playback or I ever pressed record
Yeah, the good old times
Sometimes I say that I want you back but
I don’t know if I do
Sometimes I think ’bout the good days we had
But there were bad days too
And I know
Love is like the phases of the moon
And I know
You would say I gave up way too soon
So it’s gone, it’s gone
Now we both know that
Oh, that’s not our life
That’s not our life
Maybe let it be
Enjoy the memory
Oh, that’s not our life
That’s not our life
Back when I couldn’t buy a car
(Back when I couldn’t buy a car)
Underage at the bar
(Underage at the bar)
Didn’t know I’d get this far
(Didn’t know I’d get this far)
Yeah, the good old times
Before these labels tried to jerk me
(Before these labels tried to jerk me)
And relationships were hurt me
(And relationships were hurt me)
Before Twitter would alert me
(Before Twitter would alert me)
Yeah, the good old times
Take it back to the simple life
That’s Paris in the core
Now I got fans from Paris
All the way down to Sore
And I can’t even front
Yes, that has been my goal
But sometimes I just lose myself
I find that I have lost control
And I am not ungrateful ’cause
I know that I’m blessed, but
It’s a lot to handle, and
Sometimes I get stressed (stressed)
So I think about the days before I ever made this mess
Yeah, the good old times
Sometimes I say that I want you back but
I don’t know if I do
Sometimes I think ’bout the good days we had
But there were bad days too
And I know
Love is like the phases of the moon
And I know
You would say I gave up way too soon
So it’s gone, it’s gone
Now we both know that
Oh, that’s not our life
That’s not our life
Maybe let it be
Enjoy the memory
Oh, that’s not our life
That’s not our life