(Intro)

Yeah, gang, gang

Nah, I don't say that

Huh, sometimes you feel like you gotta say something cool like that

Yeah, right, ay

(Verse 1)

Raised by degenerates, stuck in their adolescence, and

Turned the adolescence into a bunch of degenerates

Evident of a petty dream

Remember that time with your first green?

Thirteen, ash on the burnt jeans, we the shit, not what the birds see

Still flirting with the girls at the park

After dark, off the piss, got a jar

No mix, off the shark, all liq, sip, fall, on the rock hard, solid, bottle drop, all the alcoholic problems

Spliffs, Bics, Tic Tacs and

Was half in the bag with mom's liquor cabinet

Trust me under 21, bruh, youth more savage

More than average, more green than a field filled with cabbage

More lean than the Bernie with no back in

Oh my god

(Chorus) (Weymouth)

Feels like yesterday

We were just kids

Banging, Banging on the neighbour's door

You don't come around no more

(Verse 2)

Can't fuck with you dudes who want to consume booze

Blow loot on blow, shoes, and whatever else y'all do

We don't mix, no shoots, questioned myself

How this tempting as hell, but it's destined to fail

So I built a wall like Trump keeping Mexicans out

Next time you try to send me a shout

And get no text from my cell

Realize it's Twenty Seventeen, I cut the rest acting seventeen out

Boy I'm near sure, like a beach house

It's like missing threes how she get the rebound

Pass to me, spin 'round the D, curved, word, she out

Swimming out the deep while she drunk, she wild

Shitty to be around, been day one since the playground

When I visit, I ain't tryna' stay a while

(Chorus) (Weymouth)

Feels like yesterday

We were just kids

Banging, Banging on the neighbour's door

You don't come around no more

(Guitar Solo by Sean Lewis)

(Chorus) (Weymouth)

Feels like yesterday

We were just kids

Banging, Banging on the neighbour's door

You don't come around no more (x2)