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it was the summer of 95 (so what?) in the backyard shaving the old plies.feeling so strong. something went wrong. straight into my finger what astinger it was so long. i still remember that day like the day that i saidthat i swear "i'll never hurt myself again" but it seems that i'm deemed to bewrong to be wrong to be wrong so i've got to keep holding on... they alwaysplayed a slow song.when they come for me i'll be sitting at my desk with a gunin my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does flywhen you know you're going to die by the end of the night. i still rememberwhen we were young and fragile then. no one gave a shit about us because timeswere tougher then. feeling so good. cruising the hood. straight into the realworld rich kids never understood. but i don't care i can fade away to anywheredon't stop because you might get dropped and if you do who's going to pick youup well i won't. well tell i won't... they always played a slow song.
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