Nineteen

[Intro: Spose] This one goes out to the office (What's up, Mike Be?) Not, not the TV show, although I like the TV show (Peter!) [Verse 1: Spose] Like every other college kid, I was a drunk A nineteen year old punk, waking up around lunch Weed bags plump, and we called 'em trees So you best believe that we turned 'em into stumps Summer months I was living at my mom's And I didn't pay rent but I did mow the lawn Whenever she was gone, I would throw a party Invited up every Carly and Tom that liked Bacardi and ganj' We used to fit a hundred kids in the household Beers in their mouth-holes till peers were out cold We had dice in the living room, pong in the kitchen Backwoods in my bedroom with thirty people in it Singing, "Sky is the limit and you know that we keep on Just keep on pressing on!" Then my dog, Drew, walked in and broke the bong (Fuck!) Rest in peace, Drew [Chorus: Max Cantlin] Purple smoke in the sky Riding in the orange rain See us getting high again I was nineteen with my friends, yeah Purple smoke in the sky Riding in the orange rain See us getting high again I was nineteen with my friends, yeah [Verse 2: Spose] I was bimping with my townsfolk, broke and in Maine Mayocraze up at Mayo's, it was that good (There was what?!) And I don't recommend smoking cocaine But we used to sprinkle yayo on the Backwoods On the backroads, we'd do the beach cruise Windows? Crack those, smoke wasn't see through Up in Killa Beez Jeep, beep, beep, weed cheeched By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech Then went home and made a beat, me and Stiky rapped to it, F4! Back when Zack B was living next door That was '04 ('04), I was chilling with my cohorts All sunburnt so my skin wasn't snow fort I was eating mushrooms, laying in the driveway Bumping Dark Side of the Moon And if you were nineteen in Wells, Maine like I was You would probably do that shit too [Chorus: Max Cantlin] Purple smoke in the sky Riding in the orange rain See us getting high again I was nineteen with my friends, yeah Purple smoke in the sky Riding in the orange rain See us getting high again I was nineteen with my friends, yeah [Verse 3: Spose] Before Chris Brown punched chicks in the face In my town, at a party at Yvette's place I was nineteen, which means I was retarded Drank tequila, hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk And we came up with this great idea (Okay) She lived on Harbor Road, which was a huge hill And there's two longboards right here (No way) So we hopped on the longboards, went down the hill Caught speed, both wiped out, and nearly got killed I rolled through the road to the spot where the trees at With blood all over me and rocks in my kneecaps At least I didn't break my ankle like Tom Had two chunks gone from my palms Walked back to where the party was And gave a girl a hug covered in blood [Chorus: Max Cantlin] Purple smoke in the sky Riding in the orange rain See us getting high again I was nineteen with my friends, yeah Purple smoke in the sky (This goes out to everybody in Wells, Maine) Riding in the orange rain (2005 through 2009) See us getting high again (Fucking stupid) I was nineteen with my friends (But we're having a good time doing it), yeah (Sorry Mom) [Outro: Spose] Just for the record, uh I injured myself on a longboard In, you know in reference to that third verse I injured myself on a longboard But my man, Tom Knight, actually broke his ankle riding a Razor scooter Sorry to call you out like that on the album, Tom But - ha ha ha ha, busted