The Good Times

Wake up every morning with working on my mind
I want to make my mom proud of me
No matter what I do become
I know that she'll be fine but i don't
Wanna make her try too hard to be

I can't rest too much just cause i've got a dollar in the bank
I've been skinny broke I can't go back again
Living on a palm of dimes tryna dodge the no job line
I've gotta make it home

Some say all the good times are gone
I know it's brighter out in front of me
I prefer getting better than fooling myself
Into running after how it used to be

I see that mist arising
Covering golden leaves
It's clear that most is out of my control
No matter where high water falls
I'll try to meet the tide and roll along with all that life intends to throw

I can't rest too much just cause the world's not nipping at my feet
I've been down before I can't go back again
Cause The old days they weren't made for me
I'll make that hurt a memory
I'm make it home

Some say all the good times are gone
I know it's brighter out in front of me
I prefer getting better than fooling myself
Into running after how it used to be

I hear a lot of talk of freedom it's been workin on my mind
Could we all belong somewhere without fear
Meanwhile the sunlights showing out on top of waves spelling out
What ties us all together living here

Some say all the good times are gone
I know it's brighter out in front of me
I prefer getting better than fooling myself
Into running after how it used to be