Swear I got a good time
Hahaha (faster)
I can still smell that Dutchy in December
Can still hear you laughing at some Adam Sandler
I still feel my head in your headlock
Your tears drying on my Nautica
Oh, never thought I'd ever let go
There's pieces of me only you know
And you know I love you
That ain't going nowhere
So, put on that demo tape (ayy, man), let that shit play
Feels like yesterday
I can hear Jay banging on the kick drum
Swear we gonna be something, oh-oh-oh-oh
We're gettin' high off a Sprite can pipe
I can hear them two kids in a basement
Singing Californication, and I know
We don't talk now, but you're on my mind
And I just wanna thank you for settin' that bar so high
I just wanna thank you for being my friend for life
Yeah-yeah (woo, hey, yeah, baby)
Your parents weren't around, but we had the internet (wow)
Spent our money on CDs, weed and cigarettes
Paul's in the garage under that Nissan
And you and me write songs
On a guitar with three strings on it
Ooh, never thought I'd ever let go
There's pieces of me only you know
And you know I love you
That ain't going nowhere
So, put on that demo tape (ayy, man), let that shit bang
Got it on replay
I can hear Jay banging on the kick drum
Swear we gonna be something, oh-oh-oh-oh
We're gettin' high off a Sprite can pipe
I can hear them two kids in a basement
Singing Californication, and I know
We don't talk now, but you're on my mind
And I just wanna thank you for settin' that bar so high (ooh)
I just wanna thank you for being my friend for life (yeah)
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My friend, my friend for life
My friend, my friend for life
Woo, hey, yeah, baby
Oh, wow (oh, yeah)
You're singing too (think that's it?)