CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Shit Was Fuckin' Cool
Just a kid from the 90s had a fake I.D
Comic books and trading cards
Homie's in the trailer park
Stole their moms cigarettes
Smoke ‘em with the bigger kids
Way before the internet
That shit was fucking cool
Found a six pack and a playboy at the skate park
Freddie Prince Jr. told us to break hearts
Treated every Honda Civic like a race car
Knew it was time to go when all the street lights came on
Watching wrestling with the gang
Every wallet had a chain
MTV was like “okay”
And grew up quickly before I aged
Ooh, in the basement with the black lights
In the graveyard with the flashlight
Bunch a teenagers with a hash pipe
Cold beer, no fear, no tears, whoa
No surrender on the T-shirt, whoa
No stress, no sweat, no rest, whoa
Watch the world from the bleachers
Just a kid from the 90s had a fake I.D
Comic books and trading cards
Homie's in the trailer park
Stole their moms cigarettes
Smoke ‘em with the bigger kids
Way before the internet
That shit was fucking cool
Back when we was illegal we had the best smoke
Had to link with people without a cell phone
It was either or hell yeah or it was hell no
We had Tupac or Nirvana in our head phones
We were stealing from the mall
Wanted to be Tony Hawk, hundred posters on the wall
Did graffiti in the stalls
Uh, fell asleep on a friend's lawn, bag a weed in my left sock
Never dreamin' of a desk job
Cold beer, no fear, no tears, whoa
No surrender on the T-shirt, whoa
No stress, no sweat, no rest, whoa
Watch the world from the bleachers
Just a kid from the 90s had a fake I.D
Comic books and trading cards
Homie's in the trailer park
Stole their moms cigarettes
Smoke ‘em with the bigger kids
Way before the internet
That shit was fucking cool
Yah-yah, yah-yah, yah-yah
Yah-yah, yah-yah
Just a kid from the 90s had a fake I.D
Comic books and trading cards
Homie's in the trailer park
Stole their moms cigarettes
Smoke ‘em with the bigger kids
Way before the internet
That shit was fucking cool
Comic books and trading cards
Homie's in the trailer park
Stole their moms cigarettes
Smoke ‘em with the bigger kids
Way before the internet
That shit was fucking cool
Found a six pack and a playboy at the skate park
Freddie Prince Jr. told us to break hearts
Treated every Honda Civic like a race car
Knew it was time to go when all the street lights came on
Watching wrestling with the gang
Every wallet had a chain
MTV was like “okay”
And grew up quickly before I aged
Ooh, in the basement with the black lights
In the graveyard with the flashlight
Bunch a teenagers with a hash pipe
Cold beer, no fear, no tears, whoa
No surrender on the T-shirt, whoa
No stress, no sweat, no rest, whoa
Watch the world from the bleachers
Just a kid from the 90s had a fake I.D
Comic books and trading cards
Homie's in the trailer park
Stole their moms cigarettes
Smoke ‘em with the bigger kids
Way before the internet
That shit was fucking cool
Back when we was illegal we had the best smoke
Had to link with people without a cell phone
It was either or hell yeah or it was hell no
We had Tupac or Nirvana in our head phones
We were stealing from the mall
Wanted to be Tony Hawk, hundred posters on the wall
Did graffiti in the stalls
Uh, fell asleep on a friend's lawn, bag a weed in my left sock
Never dreamin' of a desk job
Cold beer, no fear, no tears, whoa
No surrender on the T-shirt, whoa
No stress, no sweat, no rest, whoa
Watch the world from the bleachers
Just a kid from the 90s had a fake I.D
Comic books and trading cards
Homie's in the trailer park
Stole their moms cigarettes
Smoke ‘em with the bigger kids
Way before the internet
That shit was fucking cool
Yah-yah, yah-yah, yah-yah
Yah-yah, yah-yah
Just a kid from the 90s had a fake I.D
Comic books and trading cards
Homie's in the trailer park
Stole their moms cigarettes
Smoke ‘em with the bigger kids
Way before the internet
That shit was fucking cool
