CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : I Miss It
When I think back though, my childhood was good man. I don’t know. Maybe not knowing certain things worked to my favor. It was just a lot of good memories man. People were good to me, and no one gave me a hard time. I was just free to do whatever I wanted to do. No stress. No worries. No bullsh*t that I currently deal with on an every day basis. Didn’t need to do drugs or drink to be happy, and I wasn’t some kind of f**king celebrity. Yeah man. Those times were nice. Whether it was the Saturday morning cartoons, or just playing basketball, or playing flash games online, those days were truly golden
Days when we were carefree
Where the thought of life wasn’t scary
Days when we truly believed
That we could be whatever we wanted to be
Shell of myself, where did I go wrong
Now it’s pa** me the gla**, pa** me the bong
Dexter’s lab
Hoping I get a kiss from Deedee
Back when I didn’t have to
Carry on my back the weight of my city
Cosmo my uncle looking out for me
Not just for Timmy
Thinking I can go the extra mile
Long as I got with me my buddy Totodile
Excited to see Renee and Mike
As we sang about Treasure of The Nile
I can’t help but smile
Riding our bikes, didn’t need to spend cheddar on any gas
Back when I would listen to Chris Tomlin over any hoodlum heugin that would rap
Watching Goku
Believing I can go Super Saiyan
When, “God, please let Karina like me”
Used to be the only thing that I was praying
Playing Yugioh and I had the wildest deck
Blue Eyes White Dragon with an Axe of Despair
I was coming for everyone’s neck
How I beat Ben and got the neighborhood’s respect
Writing in my journal
Trying to be like Arnold
Whether to a Helga or a Gerald
Where FUBU, Phat Farm, and Ecko
Were like the dopest and prominent apparel
Sympathy for Mojo jojo
When J. Lai gave me a photo
And I stared it at all day long, thinking damnnn
When Erica said no to me, and chose that dude Kranz
Talks of making a band, dawg we couldn’t even play sh*t
Dreamed of being rock stars but spend more time on the playstation
For needed clarification
The streets of Anza was filled with kids who had dreams
Kids from broken homes, immigrants on loans
That God would surely redeem
Days when we were carefree
Where the thought of life wasn’t scary
Days when we truly believed
That we could be whatever we wanted to be
Shell of myself, where did I go wrong
Now it’s pa** me the gla**, pa** me the bong
Dexter’s lab
Hoping I get a kiss from Deedee
Back when I didn’t have to
Carry on my back the weight of my city
Cosmo my uncle looking out for me
Not just for Timmy
Thinking I can go the extra mile
Long as I got with me my buddy Totodile
Excited to see Renee and Mike
As we sang about Treasure of The Nile
I can’t help but smile
Riding our bikes, didn’t need to spend cheddar on any gas
Back when I would listen to Chris Tomlin over any hoodlum heugin that would rap
Watching Goku
Believing I can go Super Saiyan
When, “God, please let Karina like me”
Used to be the only thing that I was praying
Playing Yugioh and I had the wildest deck
Blue Eyes White Dragon with an Axe of Despair
I was coming for everyone’s neck
How I beat Ben and got the neighborhood’s respect
Writing in my journal
Trying to be like Arnold
Whether to a Helga or a Gerald
Where FUBU, Phat Farm, and Ecko
Were like the dopest and prominent apparel
Sympathy for Mojo jojo
When J. Lai gave me a photo
And I stared it at all day long, thinking damnnn
When Erica said no to me, and chose that dude Kranz
Talks of making a band, dawg we couldn’t even play sh*t
Dreamed of being rock stars but spend more time on the playstation
For needed clarification
The streets of Anza was filled with kids who had dreams
Kids from broken homes, immigrants on loans
That God would surely redeem
