Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fiddle Breakdown, artist - Merle Haggard. Date of issue: 14.11.2017
Song language: English
Fiddle Breakdown |
| Back in '96 in my Michael Jordan jersey |
| French fries curly, cool with it, raising Tamagachis |
| Dick 3 and a half, the same as a floppy |
| Nerf guns loaded and we shootin at y’all motherfuckers |
| We ain’t getting hoes, but we getting soda |
| And we was fucking with the swag of The Fresh Prince |
| Ain’t nothing like when you had mad tokens left |
| In that arcade balling |
| Watching tickets falling |
| Pegging stupid bitches in the motherfucking ball pit |
| Landline calling |
| Chilling at the mall |
| And if this the type of shit that you recall well then |
| Let me hear you shout |
| If you grew up in the 90's |
| Then you know what I’m about |
| Don’t you wish we could rewind it |
| I wish we could, man I really miss it |
| Cause we having fun all day |
| Slept all night |
| Best ten years of our whole damn lives |
| Blowing on a cartridge, a lot of fucking farting |
| I would give it all up, if I could restart it |
| Sitting on the school bus |
| Flipping through some Goosebumps |
| A minute 'til I’m shitting out the school lunch |
| Wanna know what cool was? |
| Starter jackets, Jock jams, and Pop Rocks |
| Sega in my room, baby boom shaka laka |
| Lot of slammers in my pocket, flippin them pogs |
| And I knew every modem noise in ma aol login |
| On that Oregon Trail |
| With Keenan & Kell |
| I was jerkin off daily, TRL |
| But that Saved by the Bell |
| Was on some fuckin hot shit |
| OJ to jail, oh wait that glove did not fit |
| Short shorts Stockton |
| Beanie Baby profits |
| And NBA on NBC if you remember watching |
| Remember getting greeted with Scholastic mags |
| I hated it reading but it made me need that shit so bad |
| And we was spinning that bottle, de-prude hoes |
| Winning full throttle, Nintendo |
| Switch the flow up, getting donuts |
| Fruit roll ups, wishing we could be a grown up |
| Being so dumb, fucking with the kid, call me Lil Dicky Griffey |
| And my koosh balls big, man I think I had 50 |
| Love those mentos ads |
| There were ten boy bands |
| I had ten ring pops on my hands |
| Plus I love that Nick at Nite time |
| Kicks had lights |
| Shine brighter than some tights when they was tag team fighting |
| Shout out to Topanga |
| Fuck you know about Jenga? |
| Best head ever from a Pez dispenser |