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Swear where I got a good time... ahahaha, faster I can still, smell that Dutchy in December Could still hear you laughing at some Adam Sandler Still feel my head in your headlock Your tears drying on my Nautica Oh, 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 (ay, man) Let that shit play Feels like yesterday I can hear Jay Banging on the kick drum Swear we gonna be something, ooh, oh-oh-ooh Gettin' high off a Sprite can pipе I can hear them, two kids in a basemеnt 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) Letras de canciones Your parents weren't around, but we had the internet (Wow) Spent our money on CDs, weed and cigarettes Paul's in the garage under that Nissan And you and me, write songs On a guitar with three strings on it Oh, never thought I'd ever let it 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 (ay, man) 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 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 (think that's it?) From Letras Mania