Lyrics

Alright, I, uh, have seen a bunch of these Memes and shit on, not even memes, More like nostalgia videos on like Instagram and Facebook, so I just thought that I Would make a song that you would probably Hear in a club about it There's a substitute in gym class He tries to find a way to pass The time so he brings out the lute Holy fuck, it's a parachute Green markers smell like melon Judy B. Jones books are selling Drake and Josh just can't be missed Got the sillybandz on my wrist Nostalgia's a powerful feeling A way to do the healing Escape reality for a minute or three It's 2006, please let me be free Raise of hands, as if I can fucking see What the fuck, if you went to a public school and lived in a safe suburban neighborhood Spongebob at 9 pm George Lopez 3am Wii Sports before the pool Fake vomit, don't go to school Being home alone has its perks Judge Judy, mom's at work Maybe some Maury, why bother Bullshit, he is not the father Nostalgia's a powerful feeling A way to do the healing Escape reality for a minute or three It's 2006, please let me be free Alright, it's movie night with your friends Whatcha watching? Shrek, Ice Age, or Monsters Inc? No wait, the Spongebob movie Now I have to pay more tax And I pay way more bills I have to take exlax For a nice dysentery thrill Fuck me, I just shit my fucking pants again Fuck Huh, bring in the beat, fuck me Hurry Nostalgia's a powerful feeling A way to do the healing Escape reality for a minute or three It's 2006, please let me be free No but like for real, the crispitos and The Mr. Ribs we had for lunch in the lunch room On the treys with like four squares and a circle One was more like a rectangle I guess That was next to the circle Um, then you had the one kid who put his fucking milk In the top left instead of the square with the circle Like the square with the circle, what the fuck Then you always had the kid who always fuckin ran to class With the fat black shoes and like I just wanna say that the ones who wore the cookie monster hats And the Osiris shoes, I, um, I hope you're doin alright
Writer(s): Zack Stokes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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