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Klumzy
Klumzy
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Marco
Marco
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Dominick Jones
Dominick Jones
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Dominick Jones
Dominick Jones
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Marco
Marco
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Fuck it Let's start with fun facts Before I was a rug rat My mother fucking bum dad Dipped before the day I was born Bet momma loved that Tough break Rough catch Oh great So sad But she stuck with me like I was a thumbtack Just me my sister and mom Ah The perfect trio Santa Fe to Rio Rancho then to Amarillo 3 years in the making still ain't said my first word Conjuring a cauldron of thoughts that I could blurt first Here we are spit more lectures than seminars Flying higher than the swings in our little yard Always had the vividest dreams that I'd go really far Memories burnt inside my dome like an old cigar Weight on my shoulder like the laundry basket on the floor Mom folding clothes as I woke up in the early morn Barenstien Bears and cereal What my mind knew Classic cartoons now I ball like Cayou Truthfully it's like a movie scene The moment I reel it back It's as clear as could be It's like I'm looking at the mirror And it's it mirroring the screen Life flashing like a traffic light when it's nearing green It's funny when you thinking back bout the things that you seen Now your whole perspective changing on the things you could be This is just a glimpse of the past When Nothing went wrong It was just cuddles and laughs Then Now I'm stuck in the past tense Singing these songs Wishing it could rehappen This is just a glimpse of the past When Nothing went wrong It was just cuddles and laughs Then Now I'm stuck in the past tense Singing these songs Wishing it could rehappen Backyard olympics In an instant there's a new game Pizza box bases The dog chasing our footprints This bass bouncing more than the trampoline where I took hits Homemade ring with jump ropes Much hope Imagination was rich even though we were dumb broke The show must Go on Knew I'd grow to rock stages Guitar hero days Made it past my rock phases Now I rap circles round these blocks in these rat races Have patience That's what I'm telling myself Learn lessons from the elders who messed up by themselves Never judged another person by the size of their wealth Just decided to know them until timing could tell This is just a glimpse of the past When Nothing went wrong It was just cuddles and laughs Then Now I'm stuck in the past tense Singing these songs Wishing it could rehappen This is just a glimpse of the past When Nothing went wrong It was just cuddles and laughs Then Now I'm stuck in the past tense Singing these songs Wishing it could rehappen Years later this is where it gets more interesting Mom sits me down Says hey you have more siblings They all half blood Yes son From your dads side Like he was a Greek god Having fun in his pastime Knocking up these women and dipping He didn't have time To ever stick around like damn wow What a great guy Now I have 8, 9 Sisters I never met Probably a brother who stayed up and wet his bed Almost every single night because his father wasn't there Couldn't talk and he was scared Cause not often did they care Missing puzzle pieces mismatched to a jigsaw If each were attached would the picture still get lost Imagine that They don't even know I'm writing raps But could still be listening and wouldn't know it's even me See me on their tv screen No reason to believe They could be related Those are thoughts circulating But I'm still telling them to chase their dreams This is just a glimpse of the past When Nothing went wrong It was just cuddles and laughs Then Now I'm stuck in the past tense Singing these songs Wishing it could rehappen
Writer(s): Marco Garcia, Dominick Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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