Nineteen - Spose, Max Cantlin

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

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

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 Sticky 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

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

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

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)

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