Texty:
The Years Gone By What Happens In Stays In

Let's hop the next train to the city baby Let's buy a penthouse suite in Vegas or L.A. (YEAH) They never sleep so why keep wasting our days here? Can'

Let's hop the next train to the city baby Let's buy a penthouse suite in Vegas or L.A. (YEAH) They never sleep so why keep wasting our days here? Can

that I know what I want But I know what I don't, don't want to rot in my room And never know what could have been Believe what everyone else tells me

got to go for the gusto but you dont know about the blood, sweat and tears and losing some of your fears and losing some of yourself to the years past, gone by

Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggaz know the deal Niggaz know who the Don is Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one Peep game uhh what what

thuggish I'd try to be NAW every week in the back yard Now I'm in the big time, trying to act hard What mattered when I looked a years back Was mamma,

and snakes, they rattle they bite whatever it takes they get what they like always stay fake and go where they like your money they make it and gone

, Now why they, wanna playa hate on me? 'cause I'm nothin' but a g, Wingkit hits and rims, The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,

only stop my mind From wonderin' what I left behind And from worrying 'bout this wasted time Another love has come and gone And the years keep rushing on I remember what