| Woahh woah la la laaa
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| It was madness
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| A time when nothing mattered
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| A crew of hip-hopping back packers
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| With caps backwards
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| Summertime out of school
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| Walking around mash-up
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| Every day catch up
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| And jam behind the station
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| Reckless youth not caring
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| About the time they’re wasting
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| Smoking that…
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| Minds were lifted
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| Getting up to all kinds of mischief
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| The sky’s the limit
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| TN’s, iceburg history and socks tucked
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| Behind the tongues
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| Clima fits and shot jackets
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| Lost fashion
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| Air MaX90s were the ones if I can say
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| Everybody had a pair
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| And I’m still rocking mine today
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| Days spent up in the park
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| Looking to party for the night
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| With a Henry in my sock
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| And a bacardi on my side
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| Cheeky night antics
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| Boys chasing the girls
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| Memories of my childhood
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| I wouldn’t change it for the world
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| Months out of school trouble peaked at high times
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| And much down to youth summer seemed a lifetime
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| And the thrills and excitement toyed with out joy
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| But at the end of the day us boys will be boys
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| Im talking back when draws were 3.5
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| Not a tenner a gram, a score for 3.5
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| An ounce would coz you 120
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| 240 for quarter bars
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| Always coming back for more because u kno the draws were large
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| With not a care in the world
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| I used to stare at the girls
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| Conjure up courage and go tell them hilarious tales
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| So gory i was scaring myself
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| It was rare but it helped
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| Chatting cool back in school
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| Having views, opinions, thoughts
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| Corse we were excited a debortury of childhood
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| A time of ignorance and innocence the best is its not finished yet |