2009 ft. JRF & Glenjiman Grant Lyrics

Yeah

Ah Yay-ee-yea-ee-yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

I asked her how does it feel

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah

To be with a nigga that's so real

Like me

She said Ima keep it Triiiiilllll

Wit cha

It ain't been the same

Why'd you have to leave

Thought when I left it was better

But

We use to do it where ever

You got good brain call you clever

You got that Oooo I remember

That's on Loretta

Giiiiirrrrrrl

Back in the day when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

But some days

I think about how we were living then

And some days

I reminisce how we would get it in

And some days

I really wish that I could hit again

Back in the day you had me sprung

And all I wanted was yours

And some days

I reminisce how we would get it in

Climb thru your window

And I hit it at your sister crib

And some days

I really wish that I could hit again

You was baby

Back, back, back in the day

Back in the day

I swear I never had a

Love like that before

Just like an old love letter

Favorite song

How I remember

How you would give it to me

I miss your lips on my lips

You miss my hands on your hips

Times we would share

Full of bliss, how

I feel when I reminisce

Back in the day when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

But some days

I think about how we were living then

And some days

I reminisce how we would get it in

And some days

I really wish that I could hit again

Back in the day you had me sprung

And all I wanted was yours

And some days

I reminisce how we would get it in

Climb thru your window

And I hit it at your sister crib

And some days

I really wish that I could hit again

Yeah

Ima take you back you Hirschi hood

Chocolate nigga

Given' out that Hersey wood

Indian Falls or the Rain Tree

Jumping out of windows

Could you blame me

Blowing on the mic

But you couldn't sing

So we was going all night

Like we couldn't sleep

Stupid head

That's why you can't think

Now you got a new man

But he ain't G

Back in the day when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

But some days

I think about how we were living then

And some days

I reminisce how we would get it in

And some days

I really wish that I could hit again

Back in the day you had me sprung

And all I wanted was yours

And some days

I reminisce how we would get it in

Climb thru your window

And I hit it at your sister crib

And some days

I really wish that I could hit again

Back in the day when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

But some days

I think about how we were living then

And some days

I reminisce how we would get it in

And some days

I really wish that I could hit again

Back in the day you had me sprung

And all I wanted was yours

And some days

I reminisce how we would get it in

Climb thru your window

And I hit it at your sister crib

And some days

I really wish that I could hit again