[Intro] yo bouta take a trip down memory lane [Verse] I Grew up in a time when kids were raised free range Used to go to the arcade to play games with spare change Gettin the high score so you could enter your name When you actually met up with your friends if you wanted to hang I go back to the days of watching V H S On the V C R didn't have DVD's yet Had to go to Sam goody to buy the new cassettes Hanging out at the mall smokin cigarettes Went Skate boarding my main means of travel No helmet cause back then that shit didn't matter Backpack full of trouble what a time to live Shop Lifting anything I wanted with out Givin a shit [Chorus] I miss those days (livin life like tomorrow didn't matter) man I miss those days (growing up in the nineties cant get any better) [Verse] I'd kick it at the park all day with the crew Committing misdemeanors was the thing to do Running from the cops through the cuts skippin school And if you ever got caught never talk was the rule Doin what we wanted hangin out on the streets Filling zig zags and them swisher sweets Hacky sackin in a circle jammin young mc Learning how to rhyme it was the place to be Or Chillin at my homies cuz his mom would buy us forties Colt forty five double malts gettin drunk with some shorties No cell phones so my mom couldn't find me Only had pay phones how we did it in the Nineties [Interlude] doing what I wanted with out Givin a fuck (lucky to grow up before everything went nuts) a decade for the ages if you were there don't front (the nineties were the best, man that's what's up) [Verse] going to raves and droppin acid like candy Had me dancing all night In abandoned factory's staying out too Late my parents alway mad at me and if you weren't there, shit man, you had to be playin tapes on my walkman, I recorded from the radio wearin fat pants and always acting like a criminal or ridin bikes through the hood with a homie on my pegs going to house parties gettin juiced with a keg gettin grounded then sneaking out so I could go down town skating sky scrapers till the guards chased us out watching brothas playin buckets tryin to make some money then catch the last bus home before my parents caught me [Chorus] I miss those days (livin life like tomorrow didn't matter) man I miss those days (growing up in the nineties cant get any better) [Verse] Playin night games with the kids in the neighborhood Ding dong ditching peoples houses then fleeing on foot Going car shopping jackin anything we could Splitting up the profits from everything we took Taging up the town with a magnum forty four Or shooting paintball guns at peoples front doors Had fireworks galore imported from Wisconsin Bottle rocket wars always causin a problem Not a care in the world about gettin in trouble Makin money selling weed the original side hustle my Parents couldn't stop me wouldn't change my ways Looking back Man I miss those days [Chorus] I miss those days (livin life like tomorrow didn't matter) man I miss those days (growing up in the nineties cant get any better) ©️ Rukus Crew 2025
