99'
Momma once said, Don't get ahead
You'll soon enough be dead- my dear
You'll be feeling on the fine and clear- but add a couple of years
And you'll be tired and weary, old and dreary
Momma once said, Don't get ahead
You've only got one life to live
Make every second count my dear, Cause in a couple of years
You'd go back in a hurry
It's seems like yesterday we thought our parents were all dried up
Like they'd never be cool enough
But I can see where they were coming from now
Cause I'm almost the age that they were feeding our mouths
Now it's the Tide Pod kids and this gender choice shit
Liberal arts hearts baby and their terror bomb threats
I don't know anybody in the media
And I haven't heard the songs that they bin feedin' ya
It's been 20 whole years since All The Small Things
16 years since I learned to play the string
17 years since the New York Bombings
And I'm feeling a little old
Take me back to when we were younger
Take me back to way back when
I'd give anything for a moment
I'd freeze the frame and I would live it again
These days are so confusing
Everyones so full of hate
Divided we stand together
Praying for once more peaceful day and better things now.
And some might say I was a little intolerant
I'd had it up to here, I was feeling the draw of it
Confusion turned to fear, I was mad and I throttled it
Went too fast, and I missed all the promises
But we could go back to where we came from
We could put it back together and love everyone
We could take it back to 99' when we all felt alive
And we could raise a glass together for the very first time
Remember riding bikes with the bloodied up bruises and
Nothing could offend us cause we knew were losers then
Living for fun without a prying eye from everyone
Feelings alive, I wish those days were never gone
Take me back to when we were younger
Take me back to way back when
I'd give anything for a moment
I'd freeze the frame and I would live it again
These days are so confusing
Everyones so full of hate
Divided we stand together
Praying for once more peaceful day and better things now.
You'll soon enough be dead- my dear
You'll be feeling on the fine and clear- but add a couple of years
And you'll be tired and weary, old and dreary
Momma once said, Don't get ahead
You've only got one life to live
Make every second count my dear, Cause in a couple of years
You'd go back in a hurry
It's seems like yesterday we thought our parents were all dried up
Like they'd never be cool enough
But I can see where they were coming from now
Cause I'm almost the age that they were feeding our mouths
Now it's the Tide Pod kids and this gender choice shit
Liberal arts hearts baby and their terror bomb threats
I don't know anybody in the media
And I haven't heard the songs that they bin feedin' ya
It's been 20 whole years since All The Small Things
16 years since I learned to play the string
17 years since the New York Bombings
And I'm feeling a little old
Take me back to when we were younger
Take me back to way back when
I'd give anything for a moment
I'd freeze the frame and I would live it again
These days are so confusing
Everyones so full of hate
Divided we stand together
Praying for once more peaceful day and better things now.
And some might say I was a little intolerant
I'd had it up to here, I was feeling the draw of it
Confusion turned to fear, I was mad and I throttled it
Went too fast, and I missed all the promises
But we could go back to where we came from
We could put it back together and love everyone
We could take it back to 99' when we all felt alive
And we could raise a glass together for the very first time
Remember riding bikes with the bloodied up bruises and
Nothing could offend us cause we knew were losers then
Living for fun without a prying eye from everyone
Feelings alive, I wish those days were never gone
Take me back to when we were younger
Take me back to way back when
I'd give anything for a moment
I'd freeze the frame and I would live it again
These days are so confusing
Everyones so full of hate
Divided we stand together
Praying for once more peaceful day and better things now.
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Jackson
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