remember? back in the day
grade school, just faded away
no worries, no problems,
antique was modern
but cute was cute
and shit, i remember i used to play flute
remember? when i didn't have to do shit
this nuisance,
and if i bought it, i losed it,
and i bought it again
valley veiw, i remember you
and the crew
and going up for the award that wasn't mine
but i didn't mind
cuz confidence wasn't no thing i worried about
i had a quiet mouth
quiet crowd, i was a quiet kid
then moving schools,
and i only had one friend
remember you till end
we were loners, but i didnt even know what that was
well, cuz.. all i needed was trust
and this girl asked me how to spell farm
and i was like what the h e double hockey stick
cuz shit. back then i didnt curse
but now, look at this verse
going all out with no remorse
and the sixth grade science class
i was a smartass
getting awards for my science
now its just a compliance
on the verge of a defiance
and that one time,
i was the cause that my shark group lost points
and that one time, i didn't do shit for the owl project,
but i took it home, sorry guys
and my best friend was my best friend,
and we didnt have social pressures
and weed to worry about splitting us apart
you wrote best bud in my yearbook,
one of the only people that wrote something meaningful
the memories of burning trees
and planting them, and cooking
didnt care if no one was looking
and my other best friend
relationships screwed up cuz we had nothing in common
i look at you guy now and just say hi
but there isnt even a reason for a bye
oh yeah and remember at the end of sixth grade?
that cute girl gave me a hug
but apparently for a dare of twenty bucks
i still felt good, maybe it was luck
and cant forget the camping trips
talking about girls
and ck was like you gotta step your game up
but i never did, jokes, i kid
cold ass breakfast, making new friends,
but like all things, that faded away too
and even you, sparky
do you remember me?
i gave you away to a strange little girl
but i'm sure its a better world
down memory lane, there's cambodia and philipines too
high school crushes, sigh i was a retard
screwed it up, got it going, screwed it up
and got misled and screwed up again
i was a scared kid in history,
then i picked up the pen
in tenth grade, and i met a particular kid
you liked rap too
you were pretty happy back then,
rapping on long nights with the piano kid
and sitting in bio talking about
explicit things, and high hopes for high places.
and facebook, what a funny little joke
i remember that one day, my old friend was like
i'll hook it up, but never did
and i look back, and it will never come back
happy times and sad times alike
just let it be
im just out to make more memories
