Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Bittersweet (Retrospective) , by - The Casual BrothersRelease date: 31.05.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Bittersweet (Retrospective) |
| It’s with bittersweet remembrance |
| I walked away from innocence |
| And now it seems so far away |
| We were climbing roofs on summer days |
| Picture this… the mid eighties |
| Up to no good kids, ready to get crazy |
| Big babies never wanted to grow up |
| It’s perfect like it is, ten years old’s enough |
| Didn’t know much about the world outside |
| But it was only a matter of time |
| 'cause time run fast in every way |
| Fifteen years back seems like yesterday |
| When I rocked fat laces and copped my first LP |
| Wrote my first rhymes inspired by P. E |
| I couldn’t wait to bum rush the show |
| Ask my parents, they were first to know |
| They thought that I was gonna stick to rhymin' |
| Couldn’t believe their son was criminal minded |
| But all I ever wanted was my name on the wall |
| Sprayin' it all, who are you sayin' I’m wrong? |
| We had bad moments and good times |
| We move fast, no time to look twice |
| Days became weeks and weeks became months |
| Things around me changin' but I remain the same one |
| It’s with bittersweet remembrance |
| There’s laughter and there’s violence |
| It did not matter who was right |
| In the backseat on a summer night |
| Picture this: The mid nineties |
| When hip hop ruled everything around me |
| We formed Looptroop, did a couple of tapes |
| Sold the copies away in a couple of days |
| And when the night came we got busy |
| It was war with the cops here in Punk rock city |
| We used to get chased on the bikes |
| «Blåljus! |
| Äh, jag drar!» |
| Cus I ain’t facin' no trial |
| But two times they got me |
| So what, I got a fine, fine that couldn’t stop me |
| Me and Linus just laughed in court |
| After dark we’re goin' back of course |
| Years passed, they were runnin' away |
| Got new friends and lost some on the way |
| Time flies and it ain’t no way to hold it up |
| It’s that bittersweet feeling of growin' up |
| Day after day my heart just keep beatin' |
| That bittersweet feeling it come creepin' |
| I’m gettin' stressed out of life itself |
| No more, no less this is what I get |
| And with bittersweet remembrance |
| We walked around 'til it made sense |
| And though it seems so far away |
| The children here still sound the same |