"Miss The Past" Paul Moon feat Chris Rockwell (with Lyrics)

So this song was probably written and recorded in 2007-2008 time frame. If you're not familiar in America we went through a housing bubble burst which hurt all of us here. We wrote this on drunk, weed smoking session. I mean it's universally true, there's no doubt.

Man I miss the past but I can't change it
Still I find myself in the same situations
I don't look for trouble the shit finds me
Stuck in the gutter, that's where my mind be

Yeah I lived in the gutter, I was raised by mother
and there is no other that can't take her place
I kick myself in the ass everyday
for not paying attention to what she had to say
but I made myself the man I am, and I have lots of friends
but some are distant, and all them get together man I miss it
and I wouldn't wish death on anybody, life's too short
To live sad, and always mad, I'm just glad
That I'm over the problems that I've had
and my dad was never there, he left my mother on her own
too bad to struggle all alone, now what can they show me that hasn't been shown
They say 85 percent of the youth grow up in a broken home
And I only speak how I feel, because if I didn't it wouldn't be real

Man I miss the past but I can't change it
Still I find myself in the same situations
I don't look for trouble the shit finds me
Stuck in the gutter, that's where my mind be

Man I miss the past but I can't change it
Still I find myself in the same situations
I don't look for trouble the shit finds me
Stuck in the gutter, that's where my mind be

Know my conquences, and some common sense shit
Before drama spit like llamas, have you hopping fences
Po wit yo mamma, but you got bigger problems
9 to 5 ain't working, can't grind, so you turn to robbin
Sit in the box, bail out and position my options
Seems like I'm walking the past of my Pops when
I do what needs to be done, not believing in run
Never bleeding to the son, of a mortal man
Of course I planned it out to the last detail
whether hard base bagging, or a petty weed sale
I don't need scales, I got a digital eye
Resourceful criminal ties, so I'm in it to ride
and the rise to the ultimate height
Whether half catch me fresh, or the rest believe in the hype
I'm the chiefing type, so you know I'm eating right
and we even right, so I'm out and leaving breathing

Man I miss the past but I can't change it
Still I find myself in the same situations
I don't look for trouble the shit finds me
Stuck in the gutter, that's where my mind be

Man I miss the past but I can't change it
Still I find myself in the same situations
I don't look for trouble the shit finds me
Stuck in the gutter, that's where my mind be