| Man, I was on the bus with a Discman in my hand, banging Biggie with a bottle of
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| Passion pop in the backpack, ciggies in the pockets
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| Penning raps thinking, 'damn, when I’m big enough to rock it
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| I’ma rock it till wheels fall of it', yup
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| High school finished, every night, we were getting blazed
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| One by one rocking p-plates, cruising to the j’s
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| At the time never crossed our mind that those were the days
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| Weekday benders man, weekends were the same
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| Found freedom on the road, found money in the sofa
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| Wasn’t much, so a six-pack would wanna tide me over
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| Probably get a slab sorted if we pooled it all together
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| Still be on the beach at midnight depending on the weather
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| As much time as forever, the shared times brought us together
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| The same times make the ties hard to sever
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| And I honestly couldn’t ask for better
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| Memories except for parts that I can’t remember but fuck it
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| Twenty going on twenty, forever young at heart
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| Didn’t matter, whether parks, or the studio or bars
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| Man I was right there, look again here we are
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| Seems like I blink once and a lifetime past, and now
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| Old mates are turning new leaves
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| And killing it from worksites to corporate life, I’m living a movie
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| Like 8 mile, nah Billy Madison of Uni
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| With exams in a few weeks, I’d settle with a few c’s
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| But that’s the life I chose
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| I opted for the scenic road and left the highway alone
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| I guess I’m learning as I go, these the ropes
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| Feeling right at home with being the oldest kid I know
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| I’m trippin' like that was just the other day
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| It couldn’t be that long ago, shit, there’s no way
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| I wonder what my younger self would look at me and say
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| Yeah you’re doing all right, but I’m happy on the bus
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| I never really noticed till the whole scene changed
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| Everybody’s tied down, I wanna fly away
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| There’s no need to wonder what the younger me would say
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| You can keep your obligations, I’m happy on the bus
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| And pretty girls, god bless ‘em, no question
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| I kept ‘em close, letter passing in class, if I slept through lessons
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| Shared notes, never good with the parents
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| The bloodshot eyes didn’t make for good first impressions
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| Don’t wanna think of the prepaid credit I spent
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| On text messages I’m amazed by the lengths that I went to impress ‘em
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| Rarely committed, never fully in ‘em when I was
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| Barely listened when they’d call to call it off
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| Was already onto the next, broke a couple hearts
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| And regret to this day, but I guess that’s the way that it goes
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| And go it did man, round and back
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| 'Til that one came along that made my heart collapse
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| It’s bittersweet when you catch it, like sunshine in winter, shit
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| I thought I was pimpin' with a futon and dimmer switch
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| But that’s how it was, no one knew different
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| Fun loving sinners just young dumb and innocent, now
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| My mates putting wedding rings on their girls fingers
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| Down for the count, babies in the world with ‘em
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| And I’m still up at eight pushing through a whirlwind of
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| Strong mixes, scar tissue, cheap rack, and fast women
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| And it’s a ride that I don’t want to get off
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| But I don’t wanna be the last to leave when it all stops
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| Shit, I guess change is the fact of life
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| Have a tough time tryin' to balance my age and what I’m acting like
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| I’m trippin' like that was just the other day
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| It couldn’t be that long ago, shit, there’s no way
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| I wonder what my younger self would look at me and say
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| Yeah, you’re doin' all right, but I’m happy on the bus
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| I never really noticed till the whole scene changed
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| Everybody’s tied down, I wanna fly away
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| There’s no need to wonder what the younger me would say
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| You can keep your obligations, I’m happy on the bus
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| Yeah
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| And everybody’s gettin' serious, and I don’t think I’m ready yet
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| Not sure if I’ll ever be, wouldn’t put a heavy bet
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| On it, wouldn’t promise anybody that I care about
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| That I’m prepared to cut my hair or wash my mouth out
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| Shit, I don’t use alarm clocks
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| Can’t cook, can’t clean, can’t read stocks, can’t keep watch
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| Of my health, and my finances are a mess
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| But I still feel happy as it gets
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| And if I’m honest, it’s all good, shit I got high hopes for the future
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| I’d be long gone if I hit it like we used to |
| Been over clubbing, not really missing much
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| In that regard, I guess it’s just getting older sucks
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| It’s a tough pill to swallow but no kicking up a fuss
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| But I guess it’s kinda dope how full circle shit comes
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| 'Cause, these new adventures keep me interested as fuck
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| And if some other kids turn to bang biggie on the bus
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| So thanks for the memories, I hate to say goodbye
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| But all good things come to an end, we’ll meet again
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| Somewhere in the next life, fingers crossed next ride
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| I’ll be able to savour it before it’s in hindsight
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| And that’s word to the kids, in a sprint to be grownups
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| My only advice would be live for the moment
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| You got a whole life to get it right
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| For now it’s Life After Death or Ready To Die, you decide
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| I’m trippin' like that was just the other day
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| It couldn’t be that long ago, shit, there’s no way
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| I wonder what my younger self would look at me and say
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| Yeah you’re doing all right, but I’m happy on the bus
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| I never really noticed till the whole scene changed
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| Everybody’s tied down, I wanna fly away
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| There’s no need to wonder what the younger me would say
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| You can keep your obligations, I’m happy on the bus
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| I’m trippin' like that was just the other day
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| It couldn’t be that long ago, shit, there’s no way
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| I wonder what my younger self would look at me and say
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| Yeah you’re doing all right, but I’m happy on the bus
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| I never really noticed till the whole scene changed
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| Everybody’s tied down, I wanna fly away
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| There’s no need to wonder what the younger me would say
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| You can keep your obligations, I’m happy on the bus |