my heart to stay (Old days) Darkened dreams of good times gone away (Old days) Days of love and feeling fancy free (Old days) Days of magic still so
Doody Baseball cards and birthdays Please take me back To the world gone away Memories Seem like yesterday Old days Good times I remember Gold days Days
译文: 芝加哥. 昔日.
guy called Johnny Otis took Bo Diddleys rhythm He changed it into handjive and it went like this In a little old country town one day A little old country
Fancy girls out working honky tonk's a place These were a part of the good old days When I used to swing on the south side of Chicago Twenty first and
the great fire in Chicago And the dead lay all around When the fire (When the fire) Comes down from Heaven (Comes down from Heaven) This old world (This old
This is your life, yo You got ups and you got downs, man You got downs and you got ups We all go through the same thing on different days, man Don't act
... go You know... The hood done took under all kinds, yeah I know From my homies down in watts to the g's in chicago (hey what's up homeboy? ) What'
dime for every time I heard my old man say one of these days I wouldn't be like my old man today Talking 'bout places that he'd been Back in his younger days
games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing ?don?t answer it hon? The whole thing?s arranged just to aggravate Dad And it?s amateur day on the old super
Ice your cross, slice cigars, light cigars All day, wyling, freestyling in the hallways Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off of Colgate This ain't the old days
forget when you gotta go you gotta go I might catch a train and go to New York City or LA or Folsom I don't know Babe you might find me down in old Chicago
, it's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat Mother, motherfucker Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast Old
wanna throw bottles And hoes swallow Try to hate out of me You gon' need an Impala I all I do is fuck models I'm slinging rap like crack From da A to Chicago
the shit, cause it's startin to draw flies You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa
's unhealthy, we can't grow I'ma be on my own these days If you don't like it you can go away Relocate, it's okay, hit the pavement I'm Chicago Cub'n
