AK - 24 Lyrics

I miss my boys
Going through the memories we got on polaroid
Parking lot gang, bass bangin' out of my Toyota Corolla
Or Taco Bell squad out when the school day was over
Manhattan is a different life
I'm either taking women out to wine and dine
Or I'm working nine to five
Or you know, I'm working on my grind
Studios, cooking summer in the winter time
Everything I do a vibe
I won't forget the girls I'm broken hearted with
Even girls I'm apart from are a part of it
But if I stayed in San Francisco after finishing school
(Tsk) I don't know, maybe things would be different with you
If I moved out to the Mission, would we give it a shot?
If we did the distance, could we work through it or not?
I know you're back in school again, I know we don't really talk
But when you hear this drop, I hope you know I never forgot
I'll really hate the day I'll have to see you walking in a white dress
I'll reminisce on the first time I met you back in college in your tight dress
We talked about Frank Ocean, love, and life's stress
Yeah
And 2 years later was our first kiss
You held me close on College Avenue
I think about how close I was to having you
Beautiful memories that live in the past
But I'ma use this baggage now to get to the bag, yeah
Call my mama and I tell her that I'm stressin'
She tell me fly back and get a job around the Bay
With better pay and better benefits and just forget it
I'm on a mission though, she just don't get it
And she won't get it 'til I get it
But who do I complain to?
When everybody offering solutions to problems that they've never had
And convince me that they relate to
Just listen when I vent, you don't have to say you feel my pain too
My next meeting with my boss I might just tell him the truth
I wanna' make a couple racks, quit, and spit in the booth
If money didn't matter, that's the shit that I'd do
But 'til then I have to dance the way you tellin' me to
Can't wait to see ya face when I get it poppin'
Being broke, yeah that's never really been an option
Financial freedom is a blessing
But this mothaf*ckin' cubicle can feel just like a coffin
And it's not that I'm not thankful though, it's not that I'm not blessed
Sometimes I get so caught up yo, sometimes I get depressed
Sometimes I feel like nothin' really matters in the end
But if nothing really matters
What's the matter in doing what makes you happy?
You know?
What makes you happy?
What if all the good days are all in the past now?
What if all the good days are all in the past now?
What if all the good days are all in the past now?
What if all the good days are all in the past now?
What does happiness mean to me?
That's a big philosophical question
At the end of my life when I'm looking back
What will have been most important to me
I think it'll be the time I spent with the people I love