Where I got a good time

I can still smell that dutchy in December
Can still hear you laughing at some adam sandler
I still feel my head in your headlock
Your tears drying on my nautica

Ooh, I never thought I'd ever let go
There's pieces of me only you know
And you know I love you
That ain't going nowhere
So, put on that demo tape (ayy) , let that shit bang
Feels like yesterday, I can hear jay

Banging on the kick drum
Swear we gonna be something, ooh, oh-oh-ooh
We're gettin' high off a sprite can pipe
I can hear them two kids in a basement
Singing californication and I know
We don't talk now but you're on my mind

And I just wanna thank you for settin' that bar so high
I just wanna thank you for being my friend for life
Yeah-yeah (woo, hey, yeah, baby)

Your parents weren't around but we had the internet (wow)
Spent our money on cds, weed and cigarettes
And paul's in the garage under that nissan
And you and me write songs
On a guitar with three strings on it

Ooh, I never thought I'd ever let go
There's pieces of me only you know
And you know I love you
And that ain't going nowhere
So, put on that demo tape, let that shit bang
Got it on replay, I can hear jay

Banging on the kick drum
Swear we gonna be something, ooh, oh-oh-ooh
We're gettin' high off a sprite can pipe
I can hear them two kids in a basement
Singing californication and I know
We don't talk now but you're on my mind

And I just wanna thank you
for settin' that bar so high (ooh)
I just wanna thank you for being my friend for life (yeah)

My friend, my friend for life
My friend, my friend for life
Woo, hey, yeah, baby
Oh, wow (oh, yeah)
You're singing too (you think that's it?)