| Kids, man, they just ain’t the way they used to be when we was comin' up, man
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| These lil' motherfuckers don’t even wanna go outside
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| They stay in the house
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| I don’t give a fuck how broke you are
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| You could be on food stamps, you got a Sega Genesis at the house
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| Damn, was it that long ago?
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| Thought it was, bro
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| Man, I used to run down on a chick
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| Introduce myself, she’d give me her name
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| I’d pull out a pen
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| Write her number down on a piece of paper
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| Woo
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| We used to actually interact with each other back then
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| Word
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| Damn screens
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| Kids don’t come upstairs with grass stains on they jeans
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| No playin' tag at night, no more sundown freeze
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| No more fallin' off they bike, peroxide on knees
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| Jeez, I ain’t seen a Double Dutch in years
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| What happened to skelly, no more tops hitting squares?
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| I used to front flip off of the fence, back flip off the swing
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| Somebody dared, you had to do it to be playground king
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| Walked across monkey bars, rubber mat so far
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| Somethin' crazy drove by, screamed, «That's my car!»
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| Threw rocks up on the roof, they couldn’t match my arm
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| And manhunt lasted long, we couldn’t catch Daquan, shit
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| Red quarter water, ask your man to have a sip
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| Pack of Now & Laters and a quarter bag of chips
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| Never would I ever thought a game of catch a kiss’ll be
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| Somethin' that these kids would have to miss, imagine this
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| Phone screen, tablet screen, computer screen
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| Eighty-inch TV screen, I never seen
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| So many ways to look away from the world
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| These screens raisin' ya sons, babysittin' your girls
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| So many screens
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| Everyone say hi, you’re on a screen
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| I used to wanna go out in the rain
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| Moms would say no so I complained near the window pane
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| She always gave in to that look on my face
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| Those days I got chased, cops and robbers in the staircase
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| Where they at, in the front or the back?
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| It was quiet, and then «pap» 'til you run out of caps
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| Every basketball court in the summer was packed
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| Every winter was tackle football, don’t fumble the snap
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| Now every time I look, another app, man, what’s up with that?
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| It’s like every single day involves a double-tap
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| Used to beg moms, «Can my boys have some fun with me?»
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| Off the top rope was the dresser, WWE
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| Now my son wear headsets, runnin' through the trees
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| Playin' Call of Duty, guess that’s what they callin' company
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| Was known everywhere, couldn’t front on my team
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| These kids don’t go anywhere, man, they front of them screens
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| Phone screen, tablet screen, computer screen
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| Eighty-inch TV screen, I never seen
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| So many ways to look away from the world
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| These screens raisin' ya sons, babysittin' your girls
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| So many screens
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| Everyone say hi, you’re on a screen
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| Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
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| Catch a piggy by the toe
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| If it hollers, let him go
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| Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
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| You it!
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| Haha, damn
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| I can still see those days clear as hell in my head |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Screens , by - Joell Ortiz. Song from the album Monday, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп