Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1990s , by - Nova Rockafeller. Release date: 18.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1990s |
| So, I wake up and I put Nirvana on |
| Hat backwards and I grab my bong |
| First thing first turn the Gameboy on |
| Game Genie cause I’m fucking bombed |
| I live that baggy t-shirt, dirty sneakers, dank reefer |
| Weezer Beasties I like guys with beater rides |
| And bloodshot eyes |
| I grew up with a cool big brother |
| Played in bands and he’d skate all summer |
| Some times he’d lend me records |
| Like Green Day or the Chili Peppers |
| You can find me humming Smash Mouth |
| Talk shit and I’ll knock your ass out |
| Hell yeah we fucking creeps |
| Me and all my friends got A.D.D! |
| Ripped jeans, flannel shirt so grimy |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| We are the children of the 1990s |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| We live this shit |
| Don’t kill my teen spirit |
| We are the children of the 1990s |
| We are the children of the 1990s |
| Bawit daba da bang, I’m so raw |
| Wanna get down got ta zigga zag, aah |
| I’m pretty fly for a whit girl right |
| No closing time we stay out all night |
| I want that Zach Morris, Nick Carter, Kurt Cobain |
| I want those Chucks and that flannel tied around my waist |
| Grew up on an island in the sun |
| Tourist kids they would go and come |
| Sometimes they’d leave me CDs |
| Sugar Ray, The Slim Shady LP |
| I show up and I crash your sofa |
| Pop champagne like a supernova |
| Fuck it, let’s part like it’s 1990−90−90! |
| Ripped jeans, flannel shirt so grimy |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| We are the children of the 1990s |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| We live this shit |
| Don’t kill my teen spirit |
| We are the children of the 1990s |
| We are the children of the 1990s |
| If you want me you can hit me on my pager |
| I don’t take no emails, you can send that shit on paper |
| If you need me you can call me on my housephone |
| If I’m busy then you gonna get the dial tone |
| Ripped jeans, flannel shirt so grimy |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| We are the children of the 1990s |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| Whoa-ah-oh-oh |
| We live this shit |
| Don’t kill my teen spirit |
| We are the children of the 1990s |
| We are the children of the 1990s |