Lost Times Songtext
von ScHoolboy Q feat. Jozzy

Uh
I feel blessed, had the bread stash
I woke up feelin′ saucy, blew the whole bag, uh
Get your hood maxed
Two kids, same baby momma, all black

You know me though, alcohol and God and all that - that comes involved with it
Takes time, man, you know what I mean
I got some screws loose in this thing, you heard what I mean
Takes some time, but it's gon′ be the one though (uh)
And that's just how it works

Slid through the many nights
I never met many like I
Say she like girls that want mines
F- 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 realest


My thugs, my n-, drugs and killers
How you hate me with a smile, my n-?
You foul, my n-
You turned love into a cow, my n-, ayy
Pop, I did it, the block, I slid it
You hatin′, I figured, no sleep on my pillow
You broke and a bum, the worst of the scum
Was dappin′ your son, he know how I won

You see how I come, you see how I'm clutch
The only of us, pfft, uh
Slid through the many nights
I never met many like I
You mention Q, and they lie
I know I′m great in they eyes
The first Hoover that flied, I
(Suu)

I'ma put my fingers in the air for the lost times
Twist one and I put it in the air for the lost times (yeah)
I′ma throw this money everywhere for the lost times (su, su, su, su, su)
I'ma get to bustin′ in the air for the lost times (pop, pop, pop)
(Suu, su, su, su)


Slid through the many nights, uh
Givin' you plenty life, uh
Death and beauty all alike
I tried so many times, like, how else I'ma climb the height? Uh
Who knew I′d be dynamite, uh?
You keepin′ it shade (you keepin' it shade)
I′m tryna shine all the light, uh
Yeah, on the gang, look

I learned 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 (right), but first we gotta learn how to fail
We all seen hell, right, so tell me then what's better than hell?
Oh, wait, uh, no matter what we livin′ it up, uh (we livin' it up)
Life is what you make it, and it, it still ain′t enough (it still ain't)
Uh, yo, on God in Heaven, this how I rock though (suu)

The homies didn't believe me until I slid with you, right? (right)
My momma, she didn′t believe until I wrote pictures right, uh (right?)
Got a call about some hate, you still my dawg, n-, right (uh)
But instead of extended your hand, you want me to dig with you
Like (a′ight)