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letra de good old days - malcom mufunde & synik

intro: king kandoro
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—

hook: synik
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

verse 1: malcom mufunde
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 bе the next up, it’s hard not to be еnvious
‘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 h-ll 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
hook: synik
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

verse 2: synik
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 k!lling 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 sp-ce 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
hook: synik
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

post-chorus: synik
kurauone, kurauone, kurauone, kurauone
kurauone, kurauone, kurauone, kurauone

outro: king kandoro
it gets worse
it absolutely gets worse

- malcom mufunde synik

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