[Verse 1] Everybody's staring at a tiny blue screen Lip sync Click bait Living in a daydream Participation trophies on a bedroom shelf Scared of a bruise Scared to be yourself [Chorus] Give us back the ’90s kids Raised on dirt and busted lips Riding in the back of that old Ford truck Seatbelt? Nah Just hanging on tough (hey!) We fell down hard Got back up quick Learned respect from a heavy right kick Yeah This world went soft We’re calling its bluff Give us back Give us back the rough [Verse 2] We drank from the hose in the neighbor’s yard Bike chain rusted Hearts still hard Mama said “Be home when the street gets dark” Not tracked by a chip in a plastic card [Chorus] Give us back the ’90s kids Worn-out flannel Patched-up rips Mixtapes blasting in a beat-up ride Singing off-key with the windows wide (woah) We got lost We found our way No map app telling us what to say Yeah This world went soft We’re calling its bluff Give us back Give us back the rough [Bridge] Where’s the bruised-up knuckles? Where’s the dirt-stained knees? When did every little struggle Turn into a bloody “please”? We were raised on “figure it out” Not “cry it out on a clip” If you can’t take a joke or a little doubt You’d never last one hometown trip [Chorus] Give us back the ’90s kids Backyard fights and honest hits We said what we meant Took what we got Thick skin built from a hard-shot shot (yeah!) We fell down hard Got back up quick Learned respect from a heavy right kick Yeah This world went soft We’re calling its bluff Give us back Give us back the rough Give us back the ’90s kids we miss so much
