These are the good old days And I wish that I could stay These are the good old days (these are the good old days, yeah) It's all good right now I don't really know why, I don't really know why But these are the good old days Oh, I'd like to stay I wish

And baby blue was the color of her eyes. Baby blue like the Colorado skies. Like a breath of spring, she came and left, And I still don't know why, So here's to you and whoever holds my baby blue tonight. She looked so much like a lady, but she was so

Time never wasted and love never lost These young niggas too real (too real) Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list Time never wasted and love never lost (forgiving) Talent done took me places never been You don't know why, why, you love me so much You never

Cowgirls don't cry Cowgirls don't cry, ride, baby, ride Soon enough you gonna know why It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall get back on again Her daddy gave her, her first pony Then taught her to ride She climbed high in that saddle Fell I

When all hope is gone Turn on those sad songs Why don't you tune in and turn them on They reach into your room, oh oh oh Just feel their gentle touch (gentle touch) Sad songs say so much You know sad songs say so much Sad songs, they say When ever little

Cum on feel the noize Girls rock your boys We get wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild And I don't know why Let it rock Let's get wild, wild, wild

But all my friends, they don't know what it's like, what it's like They don't understand why I can't sleep through the night Damn, I wish it, I wish it was that simple, ah All my friends they don't know what it's like, what it's like Feel like I'm always

Won't you let me take it back Girl you know that I still love you And you know that I'm so alone I don't know why I told you that I didn't need you I've been thinking 'bout my thoughtless words And I know just how much they must have hurt And I take it

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Intro: Xzibit, I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell

People in the misery Government or work or government It makes a mockery Respect to the youths When they're in front and all dem back a me Why you don't treat them like the way you should And I know all the things you hide Even though it's a good