2009 when I got high I’d cry every time

World was a dream that only we’d seen

A secret we shared

AnCo was a code and then it got old and then we got over it

Who ever knew top 40 would do?

2009 when I got high I’d cry every time in a good way

But hair it goes gray

What can I say?

What could you do about it?

Spoke in a song

Anthems arm in arm

No one else could sing to it but what did I care?

We had a code and then it got old and then we got over it

And they said we had to go

But we had no place to go

The magic’s alive

I’ve seen Rob and Ty’ve tried

I wonder what songs they’ve made but what do I care?

We’ll have a code and it’ll grow old and we will grow over it