Letra de Lost Times - 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, alcoholic, all the little shit that comes involved with it

Takes time, man, you heard what I mean?

I got some screws loose in this thing, you heard what I mean?

It 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

Fuck on her friends, I might not

Niggas stand clear when I drop

Niggas gon' learn when I talk

You see they move when I march

God, credit, bless, love, the realest

My thugs, my niggas, drugs and killers

How you hate me with a smile, my nigga?

You foul, my nigga

You turned love into a cow, my nigga, 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, nigga, right (Uh)

But instead of extended your hand, you want me to dig with you

Like— (Aight)

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