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ScHoolboy Q – Lost Times Lyrics

ScHoolboy Q Lost Times Lyrics (feat. Jozzy)

UH
I feel blessed, Had tHe bread stasH
I woke up feeling saucy, blew tHe wHole bag
UH
Get your Hood maxed
Two kids, same baby mama, all blacc

You know me tHougH, alcoHolic, all the little sHit tHat comes involved witH it
Takes time, man, Yeerna mean? I got some screws loose in tHis tHing
Yeerna mean? It takes some time
But it’s gon’ be tHe one tHougH
And tHat’s just How it works

Slid tHrougH tHat many nigHts
I never met many like I
Say sHe like girls tHat want mines
Fucc on Her friends, I migHt not
N*** stand clear wHen I drop
N*** gon’ learn wHen I talk
You see tHey move wHen I marcH
God credit, bless, love, tHe realist
My tHugs, my n***, drugs and killers
How you Hate me witH a smile, my n**?
You foul, my n**
You turn love into a cow, my n**
Aye
Pop, I did it
THe blocc, I slid it
You Hating, I figured, no sleep on my pillow
You broke tHan a bum
THe worst of tHe scum
Was dapping your son
He know How I won
You see How I come
You see How I’m clutcH
THe only of us
UH
Slid tHrougH tHat many nigHts
I never met many like I
You mentioned Q and tHey lie
I know I’m great in tHeir eyes
THe first Hoover tHat flyed
I
Soo

I’ma put my fingers in tHe air
For tHe lost times
Twist one tHen I put it in tHe air
For tHe lost times
I’ma tHrow tHis money everywHere
For tHe lost times
I’ma get to busting in tHe air
For tHe lost times

Slid tHrougH tHat many nigHts, uH
Giving you plenty life, uH
DeatH and beauty all alike
I tried so many times like
How else I’ma climb tHe HeigHt up?
WHo knew I’d be dynamite? UH
You keeping tHe sHade, you keeping tHe sHade
Trying to sHine all tHe ligHt, uH
YeaH, on tHe gang, look
I learn tHe most wHen I get calls from a cell
We all need Help, but first we must believe in ourselves
We all want wealtH, rigHt? But first we gotta learn How to fail
We all seen Hell, rigHt? So tell me tHen, what’s better tHan Hell?
I’ll wait, uH
No matter wHat, we living it up
Life is wHat you make it, and it, it still ain’t enougH
Yo, on God in Heaven, tHis How I rock tHougH
THe Homies didn’t believe until I slid witH you, RigHt? (RigHt)
My mama, sHe didn’t believe until I wrote pictures, rigHt? (RigHt)
Got a call about some Hate
You still my dog, n**, rigHt? (UH)
But instead of extending your Hand, you want me to dig witH you, like