2k2

There's a lot of shit I really wish I did or wish I didn't We were kids and we were ignorant, like we were children As we got a little older, we got bolder, a bit more weight up on our shoulders, some People more than others had a boulder Open folder Let's take a little gander at my list, a bunch of people who can eat my shit A bunch of people who I know I don't miss, they must've done something to get Bibby Boy Pissed If I had one wish, what would I do? I'd probably wish for more, and a little switcheroo Not with anybody else, just myself, and I think I'd like to take it back to 2K2 I was a young one, livin' full and fun and wasn't lonesome Too young to understand all of the problems that come with bein' awesome I'm just joshin' but all my fuckin' life the hardest part has been the blossom - shit We all need to let it go It's not worth it, you should know When you waste your time, always dwelling on the past Soon you will find, that your life is flying fast I'm still alive, that was almost not a fact Then I looked inside, and said I'm sick of all of that ...Whoa It started in the 7th that's fosho Which is when most people learn the world is cold A stupid rumor spread about and kids are dumb so everybody went around and started Sharing it with humor I should've known, I tell someone a joke and then they go and scream it from the fuckin' Rooftops to the world If I could go back to that very single second I'd get reckless and I'd throw my fist right Through your fuckin' throat That brings me to another point But hold up for a second while I light this joint I should've hit more people in their spinal joint And melt their useless bodies into little diamond coins Face and fist become conjoined I've said the same shit since I was little boy But I never hit the people that deserved it And in my mother's words, "we don't hit, we hug", guess she preferred it Out of all the bullshit that's been stirred, a hug did nothin', so I guess I got my hands 'till I'm heard We all need to let it go It's not worth it, you should know You've got so much left to go Not even halfway down the road I wanna go back with all my knowledge and explain it to myself it ain't from college Not drugs, but maybe I'd get hooked on phonics, and people wouldn't think I was Retarded Restart it, to 2K2, and I promise I would live it better, that's me bein' honest Imagine that, if it worked like that, that'd be rockin', but then everything that happens isn't Constant I guess I'll stay here