Good Time

Yeah, uh I'ma call 'em out like Pack up my bags (yeah), I know it's time to leave (uh) The show is over, it ended overseas (bye) Take them plaques down, it's time to move on (time) Call up my real family, it's time I go home (damn) No more changes (uh-huh), no more playlists (uh-huh) No more due dates (nah), no more fake shit (ayy, but, uh) I'll miss runnin' 'round the city with you, though, you know I cannot lie (you know what I mean, though?) I changed a bit from a minute ago, you know I ain't that same guy (why?) I got a chain now, I got a lane now (bye) I changed my style a while ago and it still hurt that we don't hang out Lost my tribe and gang now, yes, lil' bitch, and over payouts Art hurts, but it's worth it, my dog, and so please, won't you stay down? I'd do anything to keep you in my life Whatever you need, I got you forever (right? Right?) And we said forever (but I guess) Forever don't last too long And we said forever (so it seems) Forever's only long as a song (don't go) May not see my brothers, though Please don't test my brothers, though Young as fuck, broke as fuck Sausage roll, gullible Corner store, gas me, though Askin' me which set we from But I get it, we young, we dumb Film a video 'til the sun get done Bitch, them was the good times Bitch, them was the good times Eat it in the hood Bitch, them was the good times Bitch, them was the good times Bitch, them was the good times Special in the hood, hood Bitch, them was the good times It be so fucked up, I be doin' Zoom calls Talkin' with niggas about personal shit I'm like, "Yo, make sure we filmin' this Keep the camera rollin'" That's a toxic relationship That's what our friendship turned into I turn everything into art