Flashback to them summers though
Where I looked up as my brother grows
And my mom's like, aye yo
What you bothering your brother for
I just want to chill with the cool kids
Even if they think I'm a nuisance
Please tell him bring me along
I won't do anything wrong
Day in the sun with the big bro
Shirt and shorts 'cause the winds low
Games in the field is official
Oops, someone through the ball through the window
Dip out 'fore they know who did it
Don't wanna point fingers at my friends
Like the cop points the barrel of the gun at these kids
And it still don't make any sense
Life seemed so innocent
Back when I worked on my penmanship
Back when I multiplied 3 x 3
And now we multiply RIPs
And we coping with DIEs
All that directed at PIGs
Barely even matters, it's SAD
'Cause all that we are is a TAG
Just wanted to hang
Before they wanted to hang
Playing with the toy guns
Wasn't losing your brain
Walking with a hoodie on
Didn't precede the bang
Now times are strange