Good Old Days ft. Synik Lyrics

The good old days

And you guys need to appreciate your good old days

Because Zimbabweans, we didn't; you guys know

We didn't appreciate our good old, no

That they are our good old days

We didn't know

Because I— I— I—

We were living in the good old days

We ain't even know

Would have wished that it would stay the same, they used to say

You gon see it when you grow

I miss the lovely mornings and beautiful breakfasts

I've been lying to myself but I'm truthfully anxious

Flipping through obituaries like I should be next up

Wish I'd be the next up, it's hard not to be envious

'Cause I'm dead inside, I feel like a stillborn

My mum's gift to this world, I came with a ribbon

But need to be reborn, baptism ain't done much

Ain't easy to be strong when you're weakened by loved ones

Wishing my mama never found her husband

Wishing my dada never knew women or got to spouse one

Antinatalism eating up my existentialism

It just ain't enough to be the greatest rapper living

I took more than a few last night

Went numb, I couldn't feel last night

Backtracking home, I was walking on my heel last night

Alcoholic therapeutics couldn't heal last night

Making an Everest out of a molehill

Overdosing on prescriptions whenever I fall ill

Physicians wonder if I wanna live in this world

But astrophysicists can already tell I'm leaving this world

Back into stardust; Devil sees me and gets starstruck

We've both been through hell for the sins of our fathers

We don't believe in the blessings of pastors

Don't even church no more, what a blessing it's past us

Don't judge me, I was raised around bad manners

On the crosswalk, stepping on jissom in French letters

Twelve years later, sick of living in my mama gaff

Midlife crisis, hoping better for the other half

I just muck about with the Hashish

Frig around and figure out a way out these harsh streets

I got dope smoke in my lung again

All this pain got me wishing I was young again

Living boracic but had a plan for the weekend

Till the twenty-somethings threw me in at the deep end

Now I know my demons on first-name basis

Now I drown my sorrows with these caraway seeds

If I'd a way-back machine, I would go back in time

And ride my DeLorean into faraway skies

I would defy both gravity and time

It's only Peter Pan and I who could stay this young and fly

We were living in the good old days

We ain't even know

Would have wished that it would stay the same, they used to say

You gon see it when you grow

Living in the good old days

And we ain't even know

Would have wished that it would stay the same, they used to say

You gon see it when you grow

Yo Malcom

I'm a little older so I'm speaking as your bro

This life will get much colder, you gon see it when you grow

The burdens gon get heavy, have you reeling from the load

Only angels in this world is when you make 'em when it snows

There'll be struggles on this road, how you make it, heaven only knows

Regrets weigh me down and I need to let 'em go

I saw my family implode an eternity ago

At least I seen my mom since Muripo

I just need a rest, lost my mind to the stress

Speak without pretense, I know you also get depressed

Waiting for a sign, I don't see it coming yet

So I travel back in time, I was a youngin feeling blessed

Blowing dust from the cartridge to play the NES

Singing in the choir, and I wore my Sunday best

And Thursday nights was when the rap on the radio was fresh

And Voltron with the lions was the best

These memories are precious, they buried in my chest

Miss Gerald as a child; as a man, I'm just a mess

No last-minute cramming could prepare me for the tests

I don't know where I'm headed if I really must confess

I guess I'm just grieving loss and lost possibilities

Grieving yesterday 'cause today is just killing me

Grieving all the people and the things I left behind

And sometimes I'm wasting time while I grieve wasted time

Love that never blossomed, I was immature or shy

Opportunities I lost 'cause I was scared to even try

Grieving all my hopes, got memorials for dreams

And lately I been grieving all the things I could have been

Sorry to be a downer, I was hoping to inspire

I hope this life will grant you all that you desire

From the best underground to the sky and even higher

Get your flowers, king; don't let 'em put out your fire

Saw myself in your book in the way you described

How entertainment shaped you more than the space you occupied

Thank God for hip-hop, the only place I felt at home

Now I know it's gon be safe if I ever say I'm gone

I wrote this as a letter 'cause now, you're like family

I hope you manifest everything that you're meant to be

One of the greats, pray your legacy's forever

Live your best life filled with moments you can treasure

We were living in the good old days

We ain't even know

Would have wished that it would stay the same, they used to say

You gon see it when you grow

Living in the good old days

And we ain't even know

Would have wished that it would stay the same, they used to say

You gon see it when you grow

Kurauone, kurauone, kurauone, kurauone

Kurauone, kurauone, kurauone, kurauone

It gets worse

It absolutely gets worse