Crocs & Airwalks (feat. BertsBeatz)

I want to take it back to when Drizzy made sad songs Can you play it back? "Marvins Room", "Doing It Wrong" I want to take it back I got no money, but so many problems Wish I could go back Wish I could go back I want to take it back to flexing with my flip phone The whole damn class would be like "Oh she's on a whole 'nother level" Times seemed so simple Want to take it back To telling people how you really feel Chancing rejection Over a Big Mac meal Circle yes or no Will you date me? This just wasn't so lazy We were kids so wild, free Nothing to do Nowhere to be We was just cruising Not facing the music So young, so stupid We were kids so wild, free Nothing to do Nowhere to be We was just living life Living like Don't give a No nine to fives I want to take it back to playing 21 questions The original 21 Savage Game was a challenge Does he like me or my best friend Alice? Spinning the bottle up in the basement Then crying cause you cut him with your braces Oh heartbreak sweetie Just you wait If I only knew what I know today If I could gaze into the future You know my life could be a breeze You know that life ain't been a breeze And I miss playing in the streets I miss my baby brother being a head shorter than me And I miss Detweiler at recess Miss my second dad hey Julius Taught me how to budget Damn you really was the cheapest We were kids so wild, free Nothing to do Nowhere to be We was just cruising Not facing the music So young, so stupid We were kids so wild, free Nothing to do Nowhere to be We was just living life Living like Don't give a No nine to fives Rest in peace to my Tamagotchi Pity to the kids who only know Tekashi Stuck in the middle like Malcolm Crocs and Airwalks and ring pops They'll never know them Throw it back to our awkward phase To when there was a time you couldn't tune your face To the MSN Like for tbh We turning up at the Club Penguin Soulja Boy days Kiss me thru the phone See you when I get home We were kids so wild, free Nothing to do Nowhere to be We was just cruising Not facing the music So young, so stupid We were kids so wild, free Nothing to do Nowhere to be We was just living life Living like Don't give a No nine to fives Damn we was so young No idea what was going to come for us Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And now we're paying taxes And break our necks in school Damn we was so young No idea how we'd all end up Now Aunt Becky got herself locked up And Miley told who Hannah really was A late 90s baby