[Intro] Yeah (Yeah) Bouta take a trip down memory lane man i miss those days [Verse 1] I grew up in a time when kids were raised free range Used to go to the arcade to play games with spare change Getting the high score so you can enter your name When you actually met up with your friends if you wanted to hang I go back to the days of watching VHS on the VCR Didn't have DVD's yet, had to go to Sam Goody to buy the new cassettes Hanging out at the mall, smoking cigarettes Went skateboarding, my main means of travel No helmet 'cause back then that shit didn't matter Backpack full of trouble, what a time to live Shoplifting anything I wanted without giving a shit [Chorus] I miss those days (Living life like tomorrow didn't matter) Man, I miss those days (Growing up in the 90s, can't get any better) [Verse 2] 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 skipping school And if you ever got caught, never talk was the rule Doing what we wanted, hanging out on the streets Fillin Zig-Zags and them Swisher Sweets Free stylin in a circle, jamming Young MC Learning how to rhyme, it was the place to be Or chilling at my homie's 'cause his mom would buy us 40s Colt 45 double malts, getting drunk with some shawty's No cell phone so my mom couldn't find me Only had payphones, how we did it in the 90s [Bridge] Doing what I wanted without giving a fuck (Growing up before everything went nuts) A decade for the ages if you were there don't front (The 90s were the best man, that's what's up) [Verse 3] Going to raves and dropping acid like candy Had me dancing all night in abandoned factories Staying out too late, my parents always mad at me And if you weren't there, shit man, you had to be Playing tapes on my Walkman I recorded from the radio Wearing fat pants and always acting like a criminal Riding bikes through the hood with a homie on my pegs Going to house parties, getting juiced with a keg Getting grounded and sneaking out so I could go downtown Skating skyscrapers till the guards chased us out Watching brothers playing buckets trying to make some money Then catch the last bus home before my parents caught me [Chorus] I miss those days (Living life like tomorrow didn't matter) Man, I miss those days (Growing up in the 90s, can't get any better) [Verse 4] Playing night games with the kids in the neighborhood Ding-dong ditching people's houses then fleeing on foot Going car shopping, jacking anything we could Splitting up the profits from everything we took Tagging up the town with a Magnum 44 Or getting drunk off a bottle I stole from the liquor store throwin parties galore, a hundred deep in the woods Me and the crew, we were always up to no good Not a care in the world about getting in trouble Making 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 x2]
