Nineteen
This one goes out to the office
(What's up, Mike Be?) not, not the TV show
Although I like the TV show (Peter)
Like every other college kid, I was a drunk
A nineteen year old punk
Waking up around lunch
Weed bags plump, and we called 'em trees
So you best believe that we
Turned 'em into stumps
Summer months I was living at my mom's
And I didn't pay rent but I did mow the lawn
Whenever she was gone, I would throw a party
Invited up every Carly and Tom
That liked Bacardi and ganj'
We used to fit a hundred
Kids in the household
Beers in their mouth-holes till
Peers were out cold
We had dice in the living room
Pong in the kitchen
Backwoods in my bedroom with
Thirty people in it
Singing, "Sky is the limit and you
Know that we keep on
Just keep on pressing on!"
Then my dog, Drew
Walked in and broke the bong
(Fuck) Rest in peace, Drew
Purple smoke in the sky
Riding in the orange rain
See us getting high again
I was nineteen with my friends, yeah
Purple smoke in the sky
Riding in the orange rain
See us getting high again
I was nineteen with my friends, yeah
I was bimping with my townsfolk
Broke and in Maine
Mayocraze up at Mayo's, it was that good
(There was what?)
And I don't recommend smoking cocaine
But we used to sprinkle yayo on the Backwoods
On the backroads, we'd do the beach cruise
Windows? Crack those
Smoke wasn't see through
Up in Killa Beez Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B was living next door
That was '04
('04) , I was chilling with my cohorts
All sunburnt so my skin wasn't snow fort
I was eating mushrooms
Laying in the driveway
Bumping Dark Side of the Moon
And if you were nineteen in Wells
Maine like I was
You would probably do that shit too
Purple smoke in the sky
Riding in the orange rain
See us getting high again
I was nineteen with my friends, yeah
Purple smoke in the sky
Riding in the orange rain
See us getting high again
I was nineteen with my friends, yeah
Before Chris Brown punched chicks in the face
In my town, at a party at Yvette's place
I was nineteen, which means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea (Okay)
She lived on Harbor Road
Which was a huge hill
And there's two longboards right here
(No way) so we hopped on the longboards
Went down the hill
Caught speed, both wiped out
And nearly got killed
I rolled through the road to the
Spot where the trees at
With blood all over me and
Rocks in my kneecaps
At least I didn't break my ankle like Tom
Had two chunks gone from my palms
Walked back to where the party was
And gave a girl a hug covered in blood
Purple smoke in the sky
Riding in the orange rain
See us getting high again
I was nineteen with my friends, yeah
Purple smoke in the sky
(This goes out to everybody in Wells, Maine)
Riding in the orange rain (2005 through 2009)
See us getting high again (Fucking stupid)
I was nineteen with my friends
(But we're having a good time doing it)
Yeah (Sorry Mom)
Just for the record, uh
I injured myself on a longboard
In, you know in reference to that third verse
I injured myself on a longboard
But my man, Tom Knight
Actually broke his ankle riding
A Razor scooter
Sorry to call you out like that on the album
Tom but - ha ha ha ha, busted