Missing You (Explicit)

Missing You (Explicit) - Buddha Monk

Another Frank B production huh

I miss them days

Oh oh oh oh

You know what

I miss them days days

I miss them days days

I remember them days

Where everyone used to play

Had to sit in my window

When watch them play

It was one of them hot days

Where you can sit and watch girls legs

But mom didn't play it

She had me doing grown men things

Michael mums and Marvin too

Those were my dogs

From 1-7-0 New York avenue

We used to run down the halls

Knock on people's doors

Run down the stairs

When they opened up they doors

Get a dollar fifty

Head to the Chinese store

Get three fifty cent rices

With lots of duck sauce

Play back tag your it

Ain't that a *****

Went and got quarters

Who didn't play didn't snitch

Ma throw down some money

The ice cream man is coming

Loved banana splits

Where my ice cream kept running

I miss those days

I treasure on days

If I could do it all again

I wouldn't change a thing

I'm really missing you

I'm not a kid anymore

I'm really missing you

So speak your mind

I'm really missing you

I'm not a kid anymore

I'm really missing you

It was the life of Levis jeans

And name plate rings

All day I dream about sex was the thing

At three o'clock

It was run run sharp

A soda and a hero

Watching who got kill dog

After that we run all back outside

Trying back flips

Playing good and bad guys

Matchbox cars

Flipping baseball cards

Scouting we cadets

And believing in god

Who can forget Mr spacey

Who gave me my first job

Selling beef patties to tracey and rob

He told me rush heavy

Love life if I can do that

Then why he wouldn't teach me

How to touch a girl right

That's why I love hanging with the older gods

They taught me love honor

Respect any woman that's mine

If I could turn back the clocks

Just one more time

I wouldn't change nothing

Just have fun times

I'm really missing you

I'm not a kid anymore

I'm really missing you

Son speak your mind

I'm really missing you

Now I'm a grown boy

I'm really missing you

As we get a little older

Yeah things do change

The life of a thug cat

With a plan for big things

Fam ain't your fam

Homies ain't your homies

Your girl ain't your girl

She's sleeping with Tony

Watch the news

Bin lading blew the world trade

Flags are everywhere

Yeah we live another day

Gas is high just like acid's high

You gotta run down on it nigga

Just to give by

Drop top Benz

Suburban in the wind

White wall tires with them twenty inch rims

I miss those days

I love those days

If I could do it all again

I wouldn't change a thing

I'm really missing you

I'm not a kid anymore

I'm really missing you

Son speak your mind

I'm really missing you

Now I am a grown boy

I'm really missing you