My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
Someone stuff this corny, cleft-chinned pig and put it out.
We representing peeps, they don't play us on the FM
We talkin' in our sleep, they still listen on a system
We sittin' on a stoop
Where we get a scoop
This is how we keep it cool
This is how we do