On Being Blue - Art of Noise

We used to TP all the girls we had crushes on Used a fake ID to buy what we were sippin' on After every Friday football game Thought we were cool when we stole my sister's cigarettes Jumped off a roof to a swimming pool, no regrets Man, those were the good old days 'Cause we all thought we ran this town In a Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh And we do what we wanna do And we go where we wanna go And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh Blame it on being young A couple good kids getting up to no good Tipped over every single trash can in the neighborhood That wasn't the first time or the last time The cops brought me home, no, no We're stealing street signs Sneaking out, making out on the basement couch Yeah, when I look back now, yeah, it's funny how We all thought we ran this town In a Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh And we do what we wanna do And we go where we wanna go And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh Blame it on being young Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh I know we all miss the good old days now In that Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh And we do what we wanna do And we go where we wanna go And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh Blame it on being young Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Whoa-oh Whoa-oh, blame it on being young

[D-Shot] Mack D-Shot, brought up by the middle class I did time for crime cuz I was living ass I spent two on the lockdown in Preston To hire me is way out the question Jail cells for a black man's punishment Didn't give a damn cuz the other man's runnin it Now I'm back on the streets, I gotta compete so But you can't beat no case When you're trapped in the system The government, want you to diss them Now I'm back on the bed, where I once slept on I'm tired of being stepped on [B-Legit] I ain't prejudiced, I gots nathan on the white man I'm only down for my folks who is right and So what's wrong with potnah with the gat on the job He wanna squab cuz it seems I'm the mob Pull you over, then he searchin your whole car Fo' deep and you gotta be the rock star "So where's the crack main? So where's the gats main? You know you brothers, you call it a black thang" I'm not in your hood, up to no-good-ism So won't you go on with all the old racism Unless you want me to take, the law in my own hands Cuz dude, I'm a strong man And that's a black man, tired of being stepped on In the late night, always get crept on By some authority who needs to really be fired Cuz Legit is straight tired [E-40] Play Bay, back of hill and up there by Real Twenty-two months of eatin that stuff on a shingle Ninety days left, I'm almost out of jail On a mission about my meal, to the hillside of Vallel There I will sell, rocks so slick Build up clientele, and hit the task hill No other choice, I'm on parole I got a felony I look for a job, but then they diss me, diss me Man, my mother is disabled I ain't got no food on the table All I can afford is noodles with the generic label This goes on for about a week and a half I need to think fast, I need some cash let me water my grass And make it greener, then I started think of all types of Gimmicks and gadgets, as I looked through the cabinets Man, what should I do my friend, hop in the game again? I guess I'm headed for the pen