| Let’s take a sec to think back
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| Never worryin' about grief
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| It ain’t hard to tell
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| Down memory lane
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| I remember way back in the days
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| Let’s take a sec to think back
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| Lost memories
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| It ain’t hard to tell
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| I was young, I was survivin' the times
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| Go inside your mind and find the times that you miss
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| Thinking this another throwback, no I beg to differ
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| Then you should know that I’m a hopeless reminiscer
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| Cloud imagery of pine wood industries
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| This be the sound track of my child hood memories
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| At my grandmother’s reading Marvel comic books
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| She’s in the kitchen, having our lasagna cooked (Smells good)
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| I’m in my daydreams prolly thinking life is good
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| Long before the nine to five stress of a lively hood
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| Look, school’s out and the summer came
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| Fun and games, all gravy, no stomach pains
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| Jumped over the tracks as the lumber train came thundering in June’s sunny rain
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| Nothing changed, everyday a new adventure
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| Felt leisure for ever, now who could do it better
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| Than us kid with our wild imagination, I could sworn I saw the Toxic Avenger
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| down in grandmas basement
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| Laying on the roof of the school skipping class
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| Where the cool kids were at like that
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| When my mind lifts off I’m straight jetting back where the wild things are
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| Reminisce
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| Never worryin' about grief
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| It ain’t hard to tell
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| I reminisce
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| Down memory lane
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| I remember way back in the days
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| Reminisce
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| Lost memories
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| It ain’t hard to tell
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| I reminisce
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| I was young, I was survivin' the times
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| Go inside your mind and find the times that you miss
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| After summer, class back in session
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| The wild bunch of kids had turned to adolescents
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| Some cocky, some chose to study books
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| Some had already went on the path on becoming crooks
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| Hooked and inspired by their older brothers
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| Who did the straight opposite of what they told their mothers
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| Know to others as rascals and scalawags
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| Who traded fanny packs for cigarettes and beepers
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| Cypress Hill hoods with the Fila sneakers
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| Cannabis sativa leaves was freaking out the teachers
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| It was new so they had to let it slide
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| At the same time, I got my Sega Mega Drive
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| Altered Beast, Truth Lies, I was never getting out of the house
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| I was leveled on the couch
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| Straight flat, no doubt it ran half of my world
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| But a couple of months later, was magnet to girls
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| Just like magic when I lit my first spliff In the woods by the beach with my
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| peeps watching pretty girls dip
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| Shit, when my mind lifts off I’m straight jetting back where the wild things are
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| Reminisce
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| Never worryin' about grief
|
| It ain’t hard to tell
|
| I reminisce
|
| Down memory lane
|
| I remember way back in the days
|
| Reminisce
|
| Lost memories
|
| It ain’t hard to tell
|
| I reminisce
|
| I was young, I was survivin' the times
|
| Go inside your mind and find the times that you miss
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| Let’s take a sec to think back
|
| Never worryin' about grief
|
| It ain’t hard to tell
|
| Down memory lane
|
| I remember way back in the days
|
| Let’s take a sec to think back
|
| Lost memories
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| It ain’t hard to tell
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| I was young, I was survivin' the times
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| Go inside your mind and find the times that you miss |