Good TIMES by Meek Heir Lyrics
Ask me, about, love, I'll tell you a different thing
We're in the same novel, on a different page
It's just that my story ends up with a different thing
Heartbroken fellow a mind filled with sweet things
Surprises sacrifices made for him by his sweet thing
Sweet memories of good TIMES of him and his sweet thing
All the promises broken up; with no one to blame
Okay lemme quit the summary and give you the real things
Her name was Angel
Her name was different
She was an angel
With a different accent
Yellow bone, slender, gorgeous, and her ass a blessing
You needed not her face, her ass sent a message
She was a girl in my hood, I had a thing for
We grew up in the same hood but barely had a talk
As time passed by, man something developed
I couldn't stop myself and she had the same thing
It started as hie
Developed to hey
Then one day I had to hit my heart on a stone I told her how I felt
She vibed with the boy
I've been waiting for you my whole life where were you at
Then the story began
Yeah
She was a cool type, she didn't need much
She was all, I love you as you are please don't stress much
To cut the story short, they were filthy rich
We were managing rolling up through the rough times
But I rocked my Nikes, I was always on point, and didn't talk that much
But when it came to her and I, we always talked and laugh
We always had a good time
We could horse play in the streets and niggas didn't dig it
They started hating on me, but I didn't give a f
Our relationship was growing, she was feeling the vibe
She started buying me a Nike pair like every weekend
Took me to the club, settled my debts, should I say all the things
She used to take me out for dinner, surprise presents
Always told me everything I wanted I could count on her
Her dad didn't like me man
She told me im the first guy to make her go against her loving dad, and she has no regrets
We were surely in love
I could get her a present once a month, two months or a term
But she told me not to stress
She did me many favours, just wanted love in return
I didn't believe in love, but she made me believe
Yeah yeah
As time passed by, our love grew up
My mom knew her, and so did my dad
We used to promise each other that we'll never split
Damn
Okay
Here comes the main course
She went for a holiday at her uncle's in Borrowdale Bruke
We used to talk on the phone and everything was cool
I then lost my phone, after two weeks I got another one
Tried to call her, not reachable, the story had ended
The next thing I hear, they had gone to France
Her dad now works there and they ain't even coming back
I started scratching my head, smash my phone on the ground
Then I sat on the floor, tears pouring down
Yeah
Good times
Good times
Good times
Good times
We're in the same novel, on a different page
It's just that my story ends up with a different thing
Heartbroken fellow a mind filled with sweet things
Surprises sacrifices made for him by his sweet thing
Sweet memories of good TIMES of him and his sweet thing
All the promises broken up; with no one to blame
Okay lemme quit the summary and give you the real things
Her name was Angel
Her name was different
She was an angel
With a different accent
Yellow bone, slender, gorgeous, and her ass a blessing
You needed not her face, her ass sent a message
She was a girl in my hood, I had a thing for
We grew up in the same hood but barely had a talk
As time passed by, man something developed
I couldn't stop myself and she had the same thing
It started as hie
Developed to hey
Then one day I had to hit my heart on a stone I told her how I felt
She vibed with the boy
I've been waiting for you my whole life where were you at
Then the story began
Yeah
She was a cool type, she didn't need much
She was all, I love you as you are please don't stress much
To cut the story short, they were filthy rich
We were managing rolling up through the rough times
But I rocked my Nikes, I was always on point, and didn't talk that much
But when it came to her and I, we always talked and laugh
We always had a good time
We could horse play in the streets and niggas didn't dig it
They started hating on me, but I didn't give a f
Our relationship was growing, she was feeling the vibe
She started buying me a Nike pair like every weekend
Took me to the club, settled my debts, should I say all the things
She used to take me out for dinner, surprise presents
Always told me everything I wanted I could count on her
Her dad didn't like me man
She told me im the first guy to make her go against her loving dad, and she has no regrets
We were surely in love
I could get her a present once a month, two months or a term
But she told me not to stress
She did me many favours, just wanted love in return
I didn't believe in love, but she made me believe
Yeah yeah
As time passed by, our love grew up
My mom knew her, and so did my dad
We used to promise each other that we'll never split
Damn
Okay
Here comes the main course
She went for a holiday at her uncle's in Borrowdale Bruke
We used to talk on the phone and everything was cool
I then lost my phone, after two weeks I got another one
Tried to call her, not reachable, the story had ended
The next thing I hear, they had gone to France
Her dad now works there and they ain't even coming back
I started scratching my head, smash my phone on the ground
Then I sat on the floor, tears pouring down
Yeah
Good times
Good times
Good times
Good times