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(What's up Paul) I left work smelling like scallops (Scallops) Hit Mike V for the trees (I got it) T9 text hear the beat (My pocket) Cody Russo's giving me (Five dollars) Extra mark fake ID (My wallet) Split an eighteen pack with me (Nine bottles) Casey Mac's down at Wells beach (Iconic) That was my congregation 'fore my occupation But back when Carson Daly downtown countdown show was crazy My dirty deeds done dirt cheap when the grass was purple Way after curfew chasing ass and purfume Thought my future was Kamasutra And comic cons more kamikaze This adulthood hot like Abu Dhabi Can't take it off, can't make it stop See I never met the Dalai Lama But I met forty thieves word to alibaba Keep me warm from the storm nostalgia Tryna ollie park bench, chasing Dolly Partons Getting camel cartons down at cumbys martins Traded our innocence for dollars Traded our women friends for daughters Traded in Eminem for Kendrick See it was bikes before likes fake internet friendship SongtexteThe whole world was open and now This was my corridor I'm holding it down And if we're rolling around My memories are golden and brown I got a story for every road in this town It was all so simple then Hit the beach, smoke a woods in the whip with friends Went to court for the grass like Wimbledon Then me and Cam grew to be men, but back then down at Casey Mac's Drove so fast my mom would have a heart attack Almost hit a tourist on Atlantic Ave I heard some Lloyd Banks that really takes me back It really takes me back Summer '03 lived across the street When any care in the world seemed obsolete Wells beach, late night smoke lots of weed And if we saw a couple bike cops we'd flee We would party 'till my mom would go nuts Blondes with no butts, Congdon's doughnuts Looking back those were the wonder days And the funnest way to drink's when you're underage, hey Bring it back c'mon and take my hand Wells, Maine [?] a vacation land Casey Mac, this song goes out to ya And all the cyphers in Spose's Altima Car full we would bump to beats To Ogunquit beach with a bunch of peeps More than once a week, swim trunks on me Nike dunks on feet, it was something sweet, yo 'Bout time that we made this song But it's hard to admit that those days are gone We would sit up in the office and blaze the bong And our feet stayed sandy like Casey's mom It was all so simple then Couldn't see life like limo tint And the only thing I cared about was my friends And me and Spose grew to be men down at Casey Mac's Drove so fast my mom would have a heart attack Almost hit a tourist on Atlantic Ave I heard some Lloyd Banks that really takes me back It really takes me back Man, back when Pete Mac's was Casey Mac's I'll round this up, before we ever started chilling at Mike Lidel's We were all down at Casey Mac's Me and Cam made our first song around that time it was called Mike cancer IT wasn't good But we were down at Casey Mac's Drove so fast my mom would have a heart attack Almost hit a tourist on Atlantic Ave I heard some Lloyd Banks that really takes me back It really takes me back Aus Songtexte Mania