GOOD DAYS by Young godsword Lyrics

[verse one]
Starin' at the ceiling and I'm thinkin' bout my past
Eyes half full when I'm starin' at the glass
Act afool in school like how you make it first in class?
When I growed up I trade the liquor for the gas
It's true
I never been too bad
It's true
I trade the dime for the half
With the pressure in my sack
Put the pressure on my back
When I take a step back
Let it hit me like a wave
Hear this at my wake
When you place me in my grave
Do it for myself it's not the dollars that I made
On my way to heaven
Get the fuck out my way

(get the fuck out my way)