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I remember good ole days, rocks thrown at my window,
never saying half the things you will show,
i can't help it if i miss long legs,
or the due that ruined my AC with eggs,

not completely it, i can't peg it,
i miss the days growing up with Everett,
one of my only regrets, always a defeat,
at the age of 14, only with you, did i cheat,

i miss the Knolls and being a goon,
laying with some blonde under a fool moon,
no texts, everything i received was calls,
miss hitting up my boys to meet up at Pauls,

if someone invents a way of going back,
i'd go back for the memories, and fix my stack,
of girls i've been with in my sack,
and try to prevent all my recent slack.