I felt you in my hands
The last time I saw you
Jumpin in
You got me trippin


Yeah it’s been a while
So I Redail
Sara and tegan
On speed dial
Keenan and kel tell all
Yeah we were all that
And a bag of chips
Hi, hi, hi
Helium
Bye bye bye
On set secrets
American idols rakin in
You got me trippin

We leaving like the Lisbons
Out that window, onto the fence
Time to get edgy
Jinco jeans, catalogues Subscriptions
I remember it all
Like ginkgo leaves
We never leave these streets
Linkin Park lives on
Even if the hybrids are lost

They stole my parking spot
So we flipping off
Like pissed Soccer moms
Yeah Our systems still bumps
From the burns of Napster
Here comes the return of LimeWire

I felt you in my hands
The last time I saw you
Jumpin in

The leave piles drown you