Lyric Keasbey Nights

It was the summer of 95 (so what?!), in the backyard, shaving the old plies. Feeling so strong, something went wrong. Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long. I still remember that day, like the day that i said that i swear, "I ll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I m deemed to be wrong, to be wrong. So I ve got to keep holding on... they always played a slow song. When they come for me, I ll be sitting at my desk, with a gun in my hand, wearing a bullet proof vest.. Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you re going to die by the end of the night." I still remember when we were young and fragile then. No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then. Feeling so good, cruising the hood; straight into the real world, rich kids never understood. But I don t care. I can fade away to anywhere. Don t stop because you might get dropped and if you do who s going to pick you up. Well I won t... They always played a slow song.