Nostalgia

He should try enjoying life Rather than spending his time trying to outsmart me While he's alive, that is I know what you're saying but it's not that simple It's just human nature What's that guy doing, I wonder? I still got orange and white cassette tapes Tents where my neighbors came to spectate Niggas that's tough now used to get little in the dark It's all cool now, we're all little kids at heart Accident prone Chance, y'all remember 'bout The time I cracked my head open at Auntie Linda's house From diapers to outfits to castles to Elmos From Santas to Grandmas to Gameboys and cellphones Rocked your world, fourth grade talent show Jada and Justin's birthday magic show Games of tips taking niggas to school Two quarters and I'll bust your ass at pool, on bull Round here we lose best friends like every week I like to think we playin' a long game of hide and go seek And one day maybe I'ma find Terrence and I could lead 'em Kids of the Kingdom singing about freedom Heads bowed, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone, Heavens up Smile comes through, though my eyes might cry When they reminisce over you, my God Let's take it back like Indian givers To Indian burns and Jiminy Crickets To the smell of Pillsbury on biscuit mornings To puffy winter coats and Christmas mornings I used to chill with the Kids Next Door And SpongeBob came around 'bout four And then I'd hang with Bart's guys Around the bend was Smart Guy Flipping through the picture books Checking through my archives Remember the old days, the ones you'll never get back At the end of parties, passing around gift bags Now we blow entire O's at one kick back Misfits and mismatch that get off like wrist slaps, uh Heads bowed, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone, Heavens up Smile comes through, though my eyes might cry When they reminisce over you, my God When they reminisce over you, my God Remember Jeepers and Odyssey Fun World? Young pimpin' like you oughta see one girl Mama Jann, mama Charlie, and my mama Lisa Booster seat used to boost my kitty, Connie's Pizza And every year we made a Christmas list And Auntie Linda cooked a Christmas dish And all of our grandparents made a Christmas wish Like "Lord, let me see another year like this", uh Heads down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone, Heavens up Smile comes through, though my eyes might cry When they reminisce over you, my God When they reminisce over you, my God