LMNO, Evidence, DJ Romes - Yearbook lyrics
[LMNO, Evidence, DJ Romes - Yearbook lyrics]
Come on kIT? uhh yeah run it down the line
Traveling highways, named after dead cops
In junior high, saw my first red tops
Collect the cards with heart? on the bmx
15th birthday
My girl at the time gave me sex
Dropped acid at a grateful dead show
Drove vw bus, got broken into
They took my de la soul tape
Wait come on, now thats not hippy
Even took the long stocks off of pippy
Shiftiness and certain things I don't
Forget they stay with me
Thank god not talking about a std
Not proud of everything but I
Sure don’t regret it the past is what it is
You can’t go back to edit
Seen locks open up that we had no keys to
The joyrides, Toyotas, even these zoot suit's
Breeze through
You would have thought we knew better
Had lots of exposure for growing up shelter
Yeah this a yearbook
This a yearbook this a yearbook
This a yearbook
Keep in touch, kids in my past
Don’t see em much
All-stars, in local bars drinking it up
Some are shut, others can’t wait to open up
Flipping through the pages getting
These paper cuts
I spent gringo tax getting a nickel sack
It’s kinda crazy when I look back at
All the spots I’ve been to
And the shots that rang out
I see why family didn’t want me to hang out
Drank, malt liquor it got me sick quicker
On the wicker chair when the
Philly blunt smoke was thicker
Got much deeper in the culture of reefer
Now I’m getting quality zones
For much cheaper
Rocked the beeper, standing at a payphone
What I had to talk about
I couldn’t say at home
I kept it crackin, fly as Stalone
Seem to be around the flood when
It’s dry as a bone
Ditched high school to go to college campus
Barely graduated and our parents
Couldn’t stand it
You would have thought we knew better
Had lots of exposure for growing up shelter
Yeah it’s a yearbook
It’s a yearbook it’s a yearbook
It’s a yearbook
Keep in touch, kids in my past
Don’t see em much
All-stars, in local bars drinking it up
Some are shut, others can’t wait to open up
Flipping through the pages getting
These paper cuts
Traveling highways, named after dead cops
In junior high, saw my first red tops
Collect the cards with heart? on the bmx
15th birthday
My girl at the time gave me sex
Dropped acid at a grateful dead show
Drove vw bus, got broken into
They took my de la soul tape
Wait come on, now thats not hippy
Even took the long stocks off of pippy
Shiftiness and certain things I don't
Forget they stay with me
Thank god not talking about a std
Not proud of everything but I
Sure don’t regret it the past is what it is
You can’t go back to edit
Seen locks open up that we had no keys to
The joyrides, Toyotas, even these zoot suit's
Breeze through
You would have thought we knew better
Had lots of exposure for growing up shelter
Yeah this a yearbook
This a yearbook this a yearbook
This a yearbook
Keep in touch, kids in my past
Don’t see em much
All-stars, in local bars drinking it up
Some are shut, others can’t wait to open up
Flipping through the pages getting
These paper cuts
I spent gringo tax getting a nickel sack
It’s kinda crazy when I look back at
All the spots I’ve been to
And the shots that rang out
I see why family didn’t want me to hang out
Drank, malt liquor it got me sick quicker
On the wicker chair when the
Philly blunt smoke was thicker
Got much deeper in the culture of reefer
Now I’m getting quality zones
For much cheaper
Rocked the beeper, standing at a payphone
What I had to talk about
I couldn’t say at home
I kept it crackin, fly as Stalone
Seem to be around the flood when
It’s dry as a bone
Ditched high school to go to college campus
Barely graduated and our parents
Couldn’t stand it
You would have thought we knew better
Had lots of exposure for growing up shelter
Yeah it’s a yearbook
It’s a yearbook it’s a yearbook
It’s a yearbook
Keep in touch, kids in my past
Don’t see em much
All-stars, in local bars drinking it up
Some are shut, others can’t wait to open up
Flipping through the pages getting
These paper cuts