| It’s with bittersweet remembrance
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| I walked away from innocence
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| And now it seems so far away
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| We were climbing roofs on summer days
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| Picture this… the mid eighties
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| Up to no good kids, ready to get crazy
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| Big babies never wanted to grow up
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| It’s perfect like it is, ten years old’s enough
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| Didn’t know much about the world outside
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| But it was only a matter of time
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| 'cause time run fast in every way
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| Fifteen years back seems like yesterday
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| When I rocked fat laces and copped my first LP
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| Wrote my first rhymes inspired by P. E
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| I couldn’t wait to bum rush the show
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| Ask my parents, they were first to know
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| They thought that I was gonna stick to rhymin'
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| Couldn’t believe their son was criminal minded
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| But all I ever wanted was my name on the wall
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| Sprayin' it all, who are you sayin' I’m wrong?
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| We had bad moments and good times
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| We move fast, no time to look twice
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| Days became weeks and weeks became months
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| Things around me changin' but I remain the same one
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| It’s with bittersweet remembrance
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| There’s laughter and there’s violence
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| It did not matter who was right
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| In the backseat on a summer night
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| Picture this: The mid nineties
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| When hip hop ruled everything around me
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| We formed Looptroop, did a couple of tapes
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| Sold the copies away in a couple of days
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| And when the night came we got busy
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| It was war with the cops here in Punk rock city
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| We used to get chased on the bikes
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| «Blåljus! |
| Äh, jag drar!» |
| Cus I ain’t facin' no trial
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| But two times they got me
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| So what, I got a fine, fine that couldn’t stop me
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| Me and Linus just laughed in court
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| After dark we’re goin' back of course
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| Years passed, they were runnin' away
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| Got new friends and lost some on the way
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| Time flies and it ain’t no way to hold it up
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| It’s that bittersweet feeling of growin' up
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| Day after day my heart just keep beatin'
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| That bittersweet feeling it come creepin'
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| I’m gettin' stressed out of life itself
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| No more, no less this is what I get
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| And with bittersweet remembrance
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| We walked around 'til it made sense
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| And though it seems so far away
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| The children here still sound the same |