[Chorus: JID]
I've done seen some better days before
Feeling like forever was a long time ago
Balancin' highs and the lows
Get your blindfold, only God knows
I've done seen some better days before
Feeling like forever was a long time ago
Balancin' highs and the lows
Get your blindfold, only God knows
[Verse 1: JID]
Look, Twin, don't forget the better days, we been friends since ten
Back then, we told people we cousins, kin
The buses from my school couldn't come to whеre I live
So my mama used to drop mе at your crib
Like 4, maybe 5 A.M
I ain't get no good sleep 'til I was twenty-seven
I used to wear my big bro clothes
He used to let me borrow some of your clothes
I thought that I looked funny in 'em
It's only you and (censored)
Your parents used to treat me like they third son
I'm the first one buckin' on any person
Tryna make you feel hurt or somethin'
You my brother, I murder somethin' for you
Throw that dirty gun into the Chattahoochee
You Louis, I be Gucci, we was Webbie and Boosie with the low fade
Brush my hair for days, still ain't have no waves
Now we talkin' through a window while you in a cage
I'ma come get you when you figure out your day
I was in and out the States, you was rapid on the rage
Had Atlanta goin' crazy, I was packin' out the stage in different places
You hit me, said Cassandra had your baby
The day that Kobe died, I'm at the Grammy's in LA
Pray Allah can show you grace and the law stay out the way
But when you caught that other case, I ain't know what your ass was thinking
My momma said to say, "You ain't too old to get a spankin'"
Still one of her children but she feel like you need to be thankful you still here
I've done seen some better days before
Feeling like forever was a long time ago
Balancin' highs and the lows
Get your blindfold, only God knows
I've done seen some better days before
Feeling like forever was a long time ago
Balancin' highs and the lows
Get your blindfold, only God knows
[Verse 1: JID]
Look, Twin, don't forget the better days, we been friends since ten
Back then, we told people we cousins, kin
The buses from my school couldn't come to whеre I live
So my mama used to drop mе at your crib
Like 4, maybe 5 A.M
I ain't get no good sleep 'til I was twenty-seven
I used to wear my big bro clothes
He used to let me borrow some of your clothes
I thought that I looked funny in 'em
It's only you and (censored)
Your parents used to treat me like they third son
I'm the first one buckin' on any person
Tryna make you feel hurt or somethin'
You my brother, I murder somethin' for you
Throw that dirty gun into the Chattahoochee
You Louis, I be Gucci, we was Webbie and Boosie with the low fade
Brush my hair for days, still ain't have no waves
Now we talkin' through a window while you in a cage
I'ma come get you when you figure out your day
I was in and out the States, you was rapid on the rage
Had Atlanta goin' crazy, I was packin' out the stage in different places
You hit me, said Cassandra had your baby
The day that Kobe died, I'm at the Grammy's in LA
Pray Allah can show you grace and the law stay out the way
But when you caught that other case, I ain't know what your ass was thinking
My momma said to say, "You ain't too old to get a spankin'"
Still one of her children but she feel like you need to be thankful you still here
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