| And I remember when it was all Power Rangers
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| Alex Mack and the Simpson’s an hour later
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| When the hell did it all get so complicated?
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| (Probably when they took Alex Mack off…)
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| Shout out to the friends I made in high school
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| We connected over skate tricks and episodes of Seinfeld
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| And waiting for a text from the girl I knew then
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| To interrupt my game of snake on my
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| Those were the days
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| Now things have changed
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| Like there’s more pieces of this puzzle to arrange
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| So for every friend I’ve ever known
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| You’ve been a stepping stone
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| Like we together, gonna make it out this terrordome
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| And I don’t like to preach
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| But what I believe
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| Is life’s about the relationships we take the time to keep
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| Forget about the petty shit that don’t mean anything
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| Go out and buy your girl a motherfucking wedding ring
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| We gon' be okay
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| We gon' be okay
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| No matter what the others say
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| Let 'em throw their sticks and their stones
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| It don’t matter
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| 'Cause what matters is that we know
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| Yeah, we know
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| We gon' be okay
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| We gon' be okay
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| No matter what the others say |
| Our friendships are the bricks that we build with
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| Wanna be grown-ups who see life like children
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| I was 6 years old, wrote my first love letter
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| To some girl outta my league
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| She was like 11
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| I’d saved up all my money
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| Just to buy her a necklace
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| And then she said we should be friends (hell nah)
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| My first kiss was shit
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| But I’ll never forget it
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| Outside my auntie’s house
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| It was early in December
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| Couple of school friends pushed us together
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| And, yeah, I pretended like I didn’t wanna let 'em
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| Some things change
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| Most shit doesn’t
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| I still measure my pace by one friend or another
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| But the lady in my life, now I tell her that I love her
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| Instead of watching her in class, wishing I could touch her
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| And hell, son, isn’t that something?
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| The whole idea of someone gives meaning to the doldrums
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| Now I don’t need to remind you not to default
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| There’s a heart in your hand, so you better learn to hold it
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| We gon' be okay
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| We gon' be okay
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| No matter what the others say
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| Let 'em throw their sticks and their stones
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| It don’t matter |
| 'Cause what matters is that we know
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| Yeah, we know
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| We gon' be okay
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| We gon' be okay
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| No matter what the others say
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| Our friendships are the bricks that we build with
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| Wanna be grown-ups who see life like children
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| They say smart phones stop us from enjoying the moment
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| 'Cause we’re too busy posting
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| We’re enjoying the moment
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| Some drinks on the town mean laughs all around
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| But if drugs get us high, or mask that we’re down
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| I remember, we hit up any park that we found
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| It was just our dads, but we’d harness the crowd
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| Bad marks in class forgotten with a great mark on the grounds
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| Speckys, grab like the stars would be ours
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| I’m a soldier with a battleship
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| Our guns don’t work — now that’s good management
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| Build friendships, getting people places
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| All hands on deck, it doesn’t matter if we make it
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| Now I look up with love and I feel thy lips
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| Now I’m blessed with a girl I can build that with
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| I’m a little lovesick, uh-uh, smiles for some medicine
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| Tell me I should go out and buy that girl a wedding ring
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| We gon' be okay |
| We gon' be okay
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| No matter what the others say
|
| Let 'em throw their sticks and their stones
|
| It don’t matter
|
| 'Cause what matters is that we know
|
| Yeah, we know
|
| We gon' be okay
|
| We gon' be okay
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| No matter what the others say
|
| Our friendships are the bricks that we build with
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| Wanna be grown-ups who see life like children
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| We gon' be okay |