Songtexte:
Kids Like Us The 80 S Are Dead

Summers won't end with old friends forgetting. We can't! We can't forget. They let go, we still hold on. Skipping school just to skate we didn't give

You're pissed cause I don't say hi, Or give you a pat on the back. You're the jackass to be expecting that. What do you want from me? What could I possibly

Dearest Jason it's your mom. I know I've been gone for a long time. My head is what you need to find. Don't you see what they did to you? Don't forget

in our grasp. There's gaps to clear and curbs to wax. In the south, there's a big fun sponge. If I could I'd kill the sun. But that's not realistic

Sometimes I just don't like how the cards are dealt. Another day hasn't gone my way, nothing has changed Work grows old, coming home to nothing gets

Only Brandon knows what I mean. Dealt with fucked up situations. Crushed rats and all that apposed. B did his time and he kept his mouth closed. Edge till dead

rap I stay strapped down like Crazus in "Creep More" Got Macs, Trey Pounds, 3-80s and C-4 [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah yeah [50 Cent:] Banks, Yayo hold up Yayo's

he's only 17 Granny's damn near pushin 80 A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in

You see em come again From my dick to Twiztid's dick And then me To Violent J's dick To Blaze's dick Try to grope us with they paws Goddamn hound dogs