Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurkes Swarn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boger
Producer
Lyrics
Hey son, I know things are overwhelming and when I sent the pictures I was hoping that it would
Make you smile and not make you feel bad or sad. And if it did totally opposite than what I was
Trying to do, I'm sorry. Call me, I want to hear your voice and yes, I will be praying for you as
I always do. And your brother. Okay? call me, love you
I wish I ain't waste five years
Holding on to grudges by not speaking to my mother
I see time is precious more than ever
Seconds moving faster, like those who control weather
I wish me and baby moms didn't hate each other
She got them ppl on me yo
I'll never love her
I wish me and ole girl would've worked out
Prolly was my twin flame
But I'll never trust her
I wish I was just a lil different
In my younger years shit, swear I should've listened
Pops tried to tell me bout some things I ain't hear em
It's been four years since he passed yo I really miss em
Now I'm a lot older got me reminiscing
Thinkin bout them better days
Back when we was children
Back when throwing house parties didn't end wit killings
Back when we was tryin to sneak a snack out the kitchen yea
Time flys only living wit stress
Time flys only living wit debt
Time flys minimum checks
Time flys only hope for the best
Is what we taught
They ain't teach us to rest
Time flys when you living wit stress
Time flys when you living wit debt
Time flys minimum checks
Time flys when you hope for the best
Is what we thought
Only sleep when you dead
I wish homies didn't fall out over dumb shit
We was young shit now let's ball out
I wish I was closer wit my brother
He got fucked up off some things but I still love em
I wish I was just a lil bit taller
I ain't tryin to hoop but I swear I can ball bruh
I wish I could still talk wit KT
He told me pay attention to all of the little things
Damn reminiscing again
Got me going down memory lane missing some friends
Like keiana Matt jackson elementary again
If you'nt getcha ole' lookin ass ribbin again
Keep it real witchu
Life was much simpler then
No scrolling Facebook tiktok post for the gram
All we cared about was lunch lines
Chill wit our friends
Have a sleep over 'vite some girls
Creep ina bed yea
Time flys only living wit stress
Time flys only living wit debt
Time flys minimum checks
Time flys only hope for the best
Is what we taught
They ain't teach us to rest
Time flys when you living wit stress
Time flys when you living wit debt
Time flys minimum checks
Time flys when you hope for the best
Is what we thought
Only sleep when you dead
My son's gettin older
I ain't seen him in some years
I was s'posta coach 'em
I was s'posta be right there
I was s'posta mold em
I was s'posta wipe his tears
I was s'posta show em what in life righteous is
I had to make a decision to leave type a shit
My dad told me 'fo he past son fight for him
I did the same thing my donor did I up and ran
I made excuses cuz all the shit his mother did
I ain't wanna be a father, shit, not like this
I was raised wit two parents yea life was lit
We had food on our table
Every Christmas gifts
We ain't know we was poor, shit we thought we rich
When we go in the store
I ain't buyin shit
Momma told us all the time man lyin shit
Now I can't rewind the time man cryin shit
Only if I had a second chance to be five again
Time flys only living wit stress
Time flys only living wit debt
Time flys minimum checks
Time flys only hope for the best
Is what we taught
They ain't teach us to rest
Time flys when you living wit stress
Time flys when you living wit debt
Time flys minimum checks
Time flys when you hope for the best
Is what we thought
Only sleep when you dead
Written by: Maurkes Swarn