Money isn't everything in life my nigga, I just want to spin in the ghetto here is wisdom
Humility, true friendship, and respect!

Until today I have memories of my childhood spinning in the backyard
And to tell the truth my brother, it's only there that I feel right!

You've never been with me, you can't compare with your money
I do it alone just to give you a bit of honesty!

Oh I miss, oh I miss aiiyai
I miss my old times!

Oh I miss, oh I miss
Aiyai miss my old times
Aiyai miss my friends
Aiyai miss my old times!

Oh I miss, oh I miss
Aiyai miss my old times
Aiyai miss my friends!

When I hear that little bell ringing
That makes the goat cry
I know that time won't come back
If it came back, I would be there, I miss the party
Me and my grandmother, we tie the cloth, we give it a turn!

That time was only batuku and funana
We make time, each one gives his!

Gather neighbors, children, mom, dad
Our games were too smart
Oh yoi naahan naahan each one gives his oh oh oh each one gives his!

Oh I miss, oh I miss
Aiyai miss my old times!
Oh I miss, oh I miss
Aiyai miss my old times
Aiyai miss my friends
Aiyai miss my old times!

Oh I miss, oh I miss
Aiyai miss my old times
Aiyai miss my friends!

Oh I miss, oh I miss
Ahan miss the old times
Oh I miss, oh I miss
Ahan miss the old people
Oh oh miss the old times
Ahan miss the old times

Oh I miss, oh I miss
Oh I miss, oh I miss
Oh I miss, oh I miss
Oh I miss oh I miss
Yeah, Apollo G, Garry, DJ Michel in the house, hey, yes

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