Sync Different

BACK IN THE DAY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks
Music by Oogo

(Chorus)
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
(repeat)
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a rubix cube

Small minded nigga's always be talking.
He had to go overseas to do his walking.
Fuck y'all I hope you live to do his walking.
for hating on success your bullshit is often.

You think you know me from a style that change
Like climax's that we living this life time is strange.
Edit profile, safe mode will rearrange like the groups that I done been in
Where do I begin?

Katskillz was III
Natural soul build with my brother, then
we add Madwreck to form the Others.
Started great, but late we got off of the page, so i Took the stage instead of turning to rage.
Almost quit this shit, the diabolic flip, heading to the palace of Prime in Southtropolis.
Popodapolis, the father of Asha's gift was the best thing I done in my life so bust this.

Ever been to the store and brought a rubix cube?
I compare myself to that shit dude.
When you try to figure me out, the color's which squares
level's raise like metal gear, open and beware.

It's like you straining your vein
Attaching to brains
To put it down man you can't play these games.
What up cuz-o
I manifesto
Turn in to slick-co
Asshole, rude, crude, figure the rubix cube.

(Chorus)
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore…
Back in the days

LIKE WATER DOWN THE DRAIN
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Our love is tainted.
Our love is fading away.
Our love, running away.
Like water down the drain.

Our love, running away,
Like water down the drain.

Our love is doomed.
Our love is running away.
Fading away,
Our love is running away

Water in the rain.
Like water down the drain.

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Paroles Pascal Macaigne
Musique Pascal Macaigne

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You Came for me
In the Dark
With sportswear Jacket
Without said any word
A Cell phone against your ears
Itʼs Quiet and cold here
I am not afraid of You
The footsteps are slow
Nobody wants to leave the place
Nobody wants to leave
Theres a girl
Who is speaking on the phone
She says …
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Nobody wants to leave