Nostalgia held so close to me
It all seems like a dream
Hope that time won't notice me
Is it too late to go back to
It's too late to go back to
Can I please be so simple?
Human cannonball that flies out a dimple
Limp'll occur from when my body goes nimble
A symbol so pure, so iconic, you gotta be
Outta your mind, with two snare hits and a cymbal
I'd be floating on Cloud 9 with no pants on
A mansion impressed, so impeccably dressed
Living the good life, being hella tight with my friends
Do all the f*cking joints and gin so we're cross-faded again
As men, we should demonstrate how the future behaves
But some people out there didn't even learn how to shave
From the represent gents, who should've stayed but they left
Cause those birds were never taught how to fly out of the nest
It's a mess, we stand on shoulders of giants
Claiming we're adults: we're crying
Inside, we smile, but we lie; Shells of former selves, but we're trying
Our best in this life, compass giving no direction
Zombies' hearts are missing, sipping, getting twisted to remember back when
Nostalgia held so close to me
It all seems like a dream
Hope that time won't notice me
Is it too late to go back to
It's too late to go back to
When we were young
People telling me what kind of person to be
No longer can see the reflection that's me
There's Mulan 3
Obscuring up the mirror with their fog screen of inputs
Wipe away the noise: now I see who I turned into
I'm the kind of guy too young for watercress
I'm the kind of guy turning peace signs to less
I'm the kind of guy bitching Chipotle over Baja Fresh
I'm the kind of guy who still has hope for the Loch Ness
We're monsters incorporated, organized a herd for profit
Hypocrites well mass debated, reaching deep into their pockets
Flipping fingers into sockets; brace to be amazed
We were born in a society that we were bound to hate
Fate has us on a course set for the Promise Land
They promised us a happily ever after but they know they can't
Even f*cking fathom one cause if you run the tape back
A relapse, a cycle older than our Grandpap
Someone broke a promise back when
Nostalgia held so close to me
It all seems like a dream
Hope that time won't notice me
Is it too late to go back to
It's too late to go back to
When we were young
Joe Sung-Rae - When We Were Young (feat. Maya Lucia) Lyrics
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Nostalgia held so close to me
It all seems like a dream
Hope that time won't notice me
Is it too late to go back to
It's too late to go back to
Can I please be so simple?
Human cannonball that flies out a dimple
Limp'll occur from when my body goes nimble
A symbol so pure, so iconic, you gotta be
Outta your mind, with two snare hits and a cymbal
I'd be floating on Cloud 9 with no pants on
A mansion impressed, so impeccably dressed
Living the good life, being hella tight with my friends
Do all the f*cking joints and gin so we're cross-faded again
As men, we should demonstrate how the future behaves
But some people out there didn't even learn how to shave
From the represent gents, who should've stayed but they left
Cause those birds were never taught how to fly out of the nest
It's a mess, we stand on shoulders of giants
Claiming we're adults: we're crying
Inside, we smile, but we lie; Shells of former selves, but we're trying
Our best in this life, compass giving no direction
Zombies' hearts are missing, sipping, getting twisted to remember back when
Nostalgia held so close to me
It all seems like a dream
Hope that time won't notice me
Is it too late to go back to
It's too late to go back to
When we were young
People telling me what kind of person to be
No longer can see the reflection that's me
There's Mulan 3
Obscuring up the mirror with their fog screen of inputs
Wipe away the noise: now I see who I turned into
I'm the kind of guy too young for watercress
I'm the kind of guy turning peace signs to less
I'm the kind of guy bitching Chipotle over Baja Fresh
I'm the kind of guy who still has hope for the Loch Ness
We're monsters incorporated, organized a herd for profit
Hypocrites well mass debated, reaching deep into their pockets
Flipping fingers into sockets; brace to be amazed
We were born in a society that we were bound to hate
Fate has us on a course set for the Promise Land
They promised us a happily ever after but they know they can't
Even f*cking fathom one cause if you run the tape back
A relapse, a cycle older than our Grandpap
Someone broke a promise back when
Nostalgia held so close to me
It all seems like a dream
Hope that time won't notice me
Is it too late to go back to
It's too late to go back to
When we were young
It all seems like a dream
Hope that time won't notice me
Is it too late to go back to
It's too late to go back to
Can I please be so simple?
Human cannonball that flies out a dimple
Limp'll occur from when my body goes nimble
A symbol so pure, so iconic, you gotta be
Outta your mind, with two snare hits and a cymbal
I'd be floating on Cloud 9 with no pants on
A mansion impressed, so impeccably dressed
Living the good life, being hella tight with my friends
Do all the f*cking joints and gin so we're cross-faded again
As men, we should demonstrate how the future behaves
But some people out there didn't even learn how to shave
From the represent gents, who should've stayed but they left
Cause those birds were never taught how to fly out of the nest
It's a mess, we stand on shoulders of giants
Claiming we're adults: we're crying
Inside, we smile, but we lie; Shells of former selves, but we're trying
Our best in this life, compass giving no direction
Zombies' hearts are missing, sipping, getting twisted to remember back when
Nostalgia held so close to me
It all seems like a dream
Hope that time won't notice me
Is it too late to go back to
It's too late to go back to
When we were young
People telling me what kind of person to be
No longer can see the reflection that's me
There's Mulan 3
Obscuring up the mirror with their fog screen of inputs
Wipe away the noise: now I see who I turned into
I'm the kind of guy too young for watercress
I'm the kind of guy turning peace signs to less
I'm the kind of guy bitching Chipotle over Baja Fresh
I'm the kind of guy who still has hope for the Loch Ness
We're monsters incorporated, organized a herd for profit
Hypocrites well mass debated, reaching deep into their pockets
Flipping fingers into sockets; brace to be amazed
We were born in a society that we were bound to hate
Fate has us on a course set for the Promise Land
They promised us a happily ever after but they know they can't
Even f*cking fathom one cause if you run the tape back
A relapse, a cycle older than our Grandpap
Someone broke a promise back when
Nostalgia held so close to me
It all seems like a dream
Hope that time won't notice me
Is it too late to go back to
It's too late to go back to
When we were young
Writer: Joseph Kim
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid