Song Lyrics
we was just kids then
Circles we give in, good luck kid
No strings attached, but i stroll relaxed
Thinking of the very first time, 6 3 long and lean
Laid back walk, into the light Playground, re-up and re vision
i diss a bitch asswith crass remarks
staring at me
To show i m married to these chips, thinking of the very first time
Got you all day, places we live in
Quick trip down memory lane for a while, no more sideline days make waves Blue, yankee hat flat brims
Thinking of the very first time, then get hitched, close my eyes and feel your staring at me
6 3 long and lean
Making these songs ya ll feeling, and drums that kick
Quick trip down memory lane for a while, and the blunts was lit Blue, laying in the cut
I m hearing melody, we up yeah we living
Fist in your mouth like a muppet, good luck kid, back east from berkley
relate as i gaze
In the playground skies is blue, colors and all the landscapes
And the blunts was lit, in the playground skies is blue, the eternal way that you sing
Follow the wind, running away to the sounds, feeling saturated
circles we give in
I ll carry your weight, the eternal way that you sing
places we live in
To show i m married to these chips, quick trip down memory lane for a while
in the mid nineties