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Cracker Good Times Bad Times

I lost another friend Good times, bad times You know I had my share When my woman left home With a brown eyed man But I still don't seem to care at all Good times, bad times

people who swear they love so bad A go and put your dirty laundry on the cover of mags Then everyone sees it and gets a good laugh And now your whole

in my mind that's the hook An intellectual, sexual and still can cook Yeah, and I feel good right now I feel good right here, you feel good right now? You feel good

very first time I cried How I wiped my eyes And buried the pain inside All of my memories Good and bad that's passed Didn't even take the time to

Jordan, dumping 23 in they jersey I'm sick and I'm slick, I run with gang bangers and jackers Frame plackers and bad actors, being watched by them crackers

I'm a show you how to do this shit one time, you know what I'm talking bout It's my new shit nigga called Crack Why it's called Crack? (HAY) Cause it'

time crooks to big-time drug dealers My homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left I love my ni**az to death, we ain't s**t without our homeboys .. You know what time

'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack Addicted to the game

be acting right Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to