We use to play in the fields
Make our own carbon shills
And quick ride in to the sun
With only fake wooden guns
And on all yourlone in our hands
We used to hate early nights
Now blinded passing the lights
Starting high twin blinds
We use to play queens and kngs
For our girlfriends hands
Cause r wings, our years, our pears
Cause i wonder i through hands
When you get older youl understand