There goes my brother I know from my childhood.
There goes my brother that I doesn't know me now.
Too emberassing!it's too emberassing.
I want to greet him,but I don't know how...
In kindergarten we shared everything,
We were family forever.
Kings of the hill and the chiefs of the playground,
Parents hated us but we didn't care.
The two-little indians who fukked all the cowboys up...
We killed everyone with our plastic-guns (bang!bang!).
But that is long ago,you don't know me no more..
But bakk in the sandbox we were the ones.
Yo,should I greet,should I not?
Should I speak,should I not?
Should I let him pass me by?
But what if he doesn't recognize my face?
I'm his brother from bakk in the days!
Yo,should I run,should I hide?
Should I jump on the side?
Should I let him walk away?
Maybe it's better,
But I will never know if I dont even try...
Hey...
There goes my brother I know from my childhood.
There goes my brother that I doesn't know me now.
Too emberassing!it's too emberassing.
I want to greet him,but I don't know how...