[Intro: Joshua Linsky] I can hear the soft trickle Of a nearby creek Deep Back Far from them Gentle gusts, gentle gusts Cause leaves to touch In ways that don't just happen On the spontaneous Courageous He was No No Pe Bear cub, friend, brother, son Congregate we must, and we did Hidden, but not for long Dirt trail Larson's Lot The old spot [Verse 1: Joshua Linsky] I can remember Good times, good weather Mixed memories strung together Imprinted within Telling true stories of a legend Best friend, or just friend Influence and impression left in Can't forget him C-Town is where we found direction and common ground Bound for greatness It just doesn't make sense But we're forced to make sense Need Patience, seem to be lacking Statements made just became more distracting Pulling us away from the truth Or propelling us towards it There is no reality if you cannot absorb it Send yourself to college town and do your best to afford it Some children never get the chance to experience That glory of maturity Some children never get the chance to experience That glory of maturity [Verse 2: Connor London] When I reminisce to when we were some kids When we really didn't know sh** Only natural instinct Most baby boomers never liked our attitude Because we were too busy getting high in Ty Cody's room You see Ty was that guy The homie to get everyone high, off real vibes Dutches and EZ-wides by the bonfire His mama duke was cooking in the kitchen Treating us all just like her children That's what it's all about Keeping the family tight knit, like fabric All the magic havoc that unravelled through the smoke And we were all-week week warriors And we came out to play And we all grew up so fast I can still taste the six footer and the gas mask Cross town cruises Trying to dodge all of these troopers