Childhood - Subculture Sage

Woahh woah la la laaa

It was madness

A time when nothing mattered

A crew of hip-hopping back packers

With caps backwards

Summertime out of school

Walking around mash-up

Every day catch up

And jam behind the station

Reckless youth not caring

About the time they’re wasting

Smoking that…

Minds were lifted

Getting up to all kinds of mischief

The sky’s the limit

TN’s, iceburg history and socks tucked

Behind the tongues

Clima fits and shot jackets

Lost fashion

Air MaX90s were the ones if I can say

Everybody had a pair

And I’m still rocking mine today

Days spent up in the park

Looking to party for the night

With a Henry in my sock

And a bacardi on my side

Cheeky night antics

Boys chasing the girls

Memories of my childhood

I wouldn’t change it for the world

Months out of school trouble peaked at high times

And much down to youth summer seemed a lifetime

And the thrills and excitement toyed with out joy

But at the end of the day us boys will be boys

Im talking back when draws were 3.5

Not a tenner a gram, a score for 3.5

An ounce would coz you 120

240 for quarter bars

Always coming back for more because u kno the draws were large

With not a care in the world

I used to stare at the girls

Conjure up courage and go tell them hilarious tales

So gory i was scaring myself

It was rare but it helped

Chatting cool back in school

Having views, opinions, thoughts

Corse we were excited a debortury of childhood

A time of ignorance and innocence the best is its not finished yet