[Intro]
Sikes, sikes, sikes

[Chorus]
Old Days Old Days Oh My Days
These ps keep running away
Slap in the booth and take up my way
Step in the booth might take up my way
I ain't even lost my shit I don't pay
Chat your shit and you can't even lay
Don't chat shit and you can't get paid
And bacon keep staying gay
No delay, fuck the fame
I don't want none of that
It stays on me like 50 man
I've got a plan I've and gotta go spam
Music shit and you know I'm the man
Use to get bagged all the time
Sitting in the station clocking my crime
Regretting the shit I did in my time
I'm moving forward and taking my time, (Bam)

[Verse 1]
Putting my days in this music ting
It better take of better not brake off better not fall
Because i spit that shit no pool
Better jump out in the back of the whip
Trust me you bro got *** two times its a mazza
Leave that case and your bro got pasta
Turn that shit when your man turned casper
Turning **** like my spliff
Smoke that out when the bags come nice
They wana babie down
More time the **** ting coming in nice
What do you know about the **** long
Brother you ain't even took your spam
Shit got raw on the **** two times its a mazza
Leave that shit to the ground
[Chorus]
Old Days Old Days Oh My Days
These ps keep running away
Slap in the booth and take up my way
Step in the booth might take up my way
I ain't even lost my shit I don't pay
Chat your shit and you can't even lay
Don't chat shit and you can't get paid
And bacon keep staying gay
No delay, fuck the fame
I don't want none of that
It stays on me like 50 man
I've got a plan I've and gotta go spam
Music shit and you know I'm the man
Use to get bagged all the time
Sitting in the station clocking my crime
Regretting the shit I did in my time
I'm moving forward and taking my time, (Bam)

[Verse 2]
When my mind goes overly tapped in the head
I don't know your bredrin pressed and fired
She wana get that down tonight
I ain't lost no barbie no fine
She wana wine and dine for the mandem
Take that out when your bro got wacked
She wana come round to the nizz
More time when the **** come nice
Move that left right pick up thing well nice
She wana spit them bars tonight
When the **** coming in that's nice
She wana text me all the time
She's texting my line she's sending me n***s
And she's overly tapped in the head top
Yeah dutty boy come and get it
[Chorus]
Old Days Old Days Oh My Days
These ps keep running away
Slap in the booth and take up my way
Step in the booth might take up my way
I ain't even lost my shit I don't pay
Chat your shit and you can't even lay
Don't chat shit and you can't get paid
And bacon keep staying gay
No delay, fuck the fame
I don't want none of that
It stays on me like 50 man
I've got a plan I've and gotta go spam
Music shit and you know I'm the man
Use to get bagged all the time
Sitting in the station clocking my crime
Regretting the shit I did in my time
I'm moving forward and taking my time, (Bam)