Playground Days by Artificial Christian Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, back when the boys were quite revered, I had
Every peer the jealousy of my peers it would appear that Deepest desires before my weird pops left
Now we say Sarah my mama's year
K-Swiss, wind breakers, cable box, cartoon DOS
A Super Nintendo, Mario Bros
My dad had got it in Abilene but I'd
Rather play with him; this feeling just ain't the same
Had a dream I'm in the League and put my moms in the crib
Later [?] the fact and sayin', "Mama, buy me a crib"
My brother Jordan was a Crip his Kryptonite was a whip
And my witness was the same and corrected the kid
Went from sandbox to sandbox, sandcastle sandlots
Fire shot the sand caught, met me with a glass spot
Stop drop pivot watch, man I miss the good old
All I got is snapshots, put 'em in my bill fold
[Hook]
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
[Verse 2]
Back when me and [?] in them parks
Just playin' hoops and
Truthful we're not as close
But blood just breaks the rulers
Feel like it's my fault
Pursuin' dreams neglectin' people
Like with some money bags
I'd make it through the eyes of needles
The times are evil
Got me thinkin' bout the younger days
Fightin' for that last slice was life
I call that Hunger Games
Rain and thunder came and
This life became so complicated
Drama laid and bails out the--
Wait I think my mama's listenin'
But I'm all mischief
I'm still wishin' for that hope that used to
Fill your heart like Christmas close
Aunt Jules' Christmas roast
Before we got all physical
With girls it was just crushes then got
Caught up in impressin' them
These idols 'came our crushes and the
Thing that kept me rushin'
Cause I had to have them ways
And even though the story's changed
I wouldn't take away a page
From my days as a youngin'
In a New York alleyway
And even movin' forward now
I still think about them days
[Hook]
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Yo, back when the boys were quite revered, I had
Every peer the jealousy of my peers it would appear that Deepest desires before my weird pops left
Now we say Sarah my mama's year
K-Swiss, wind breakers, cable box, cartoon DOS
A Super Nintendo, Mario Bros
My dad had got it in Abilene but I'd
Rather play with him; this feeling just ain't the same
Had a dream I'm in the League and put my moms in the crib
Later [?] the fact and sayin', "Mama, buy me a crib"
My brother Jordan was a Crip his Kryptonite was a whip
And my witness was the same and corrected the kid
Went from sandbox to sandbox, sandcastle sandlots
Fire shot the sand caught, met me with a glass spot
Stop drop pivot watch, man I miss the good old
All I got is snapshots, put 'em in my bill fold
[Hook]
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
[Verse 2]
Back when me and [?] in them parks
Just playin' hoops and
Truthful we're not as close
But blood just breaks the rulers
Feel like it's my fault
Pursuin' dreams neglectin' people
Like with some money bags
I'd make it through the eyes of needles
The times are evil
Got me thinkin' bout the younger days
Fightin' for that last slice was life
I call that Hunger Games
Rain and thunder came and
This life became so complicated
Drama laid and bails out the--
Wait I think my mama's listenin'
But I'm all mischief
I'm still wishin' for that hope that used to
Fill your heart like Christmas close
Aunt Jules' Christmas roast
Before we got all physical
With girls it was just crushes then got
Caught up in impressin' them
These idols 'came our crushes and the
Thing that kept me rushin'
Cause I had to have them ways
And even though the story's changed
I wouldn't take away a page
From my days as a youngin'
In a New York alleyway
And even movin' forward now
I still think about them days
[Hook]
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)
Back in them days, back in them days
Playground days round the way (the way)