I remember my hay days,
Grabbing a blunt,
Smoking under the sun rays,
My girl Sherry
Always had the mary,
Ready for me,
Plus she gave me the cherry,
Later to taste,
Sweet scent so heavenly,
But we was just babies,
Tryna a find a way maybe,
Copied our favorite celebrities,
Picked up the broom,
And started to dance like Mike,
It was a beautiful sight,
No verbal words, just love to fight,
Barry white made ya think, what ever happened to
Old school love?,
we kept it together, no matter the temperature of the weather,
Put the pride aside,
Now all love is blind side,
What happened to black love,
Wheres the arrows of hearts,
Shooting from the cherub,
And the homemade grubs,
And when it was peace at clubs, juke night, under colored lights,
We all having a ball,
Good dance, exchanged numbers then call,
Each other, over the rotary phones,
No answer machines just dial tones,
Ringing waiting for the right pitch to bring it,
Smooth talk,
Right back into the weekend, tryna get her soul weaken,
So i can get a slide in,
Slick Rick, with my adventure,
Art of story tellin, venture
Capture Kodiak moment,
Golden rope chains, yo i own it,
Only told as an exponent,
Old school vibes, yeah im on it ,