Silver salts rewind, steady through my mind
To replay and reflect through all the past times
Everything is, everything exists
Pressing play to reminisce
You were once that reclusive kid
Now you a full grown can you make it on your own
Is the design of your intention just too big?
The screen was the kingdom, no need to leave home
Video tapes and vinyl make you feel rich.
With movies and music you can never feel alone
I was skimmin through pops records or lost in the video store
I had become dedicated to story and sound
I had become vindicated when I made that shit my route
But it's hard to grow older and still press on without doubt
Things get complicated with every strikeout
But I'll never forget to rewind and press play
Gotta make that little mothaf*cka proud
I'll never forget to rewind and press play
Gotta make that little mothaf*cka proud