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A Bittersweet (Retrospective)
(Desconhecido)

It's with bittersweet remembrance/

I walked away from innocence./

And now it seems so far away/

we were climbing roofs on summerdays.



Picture this: The mid eighties./

Up to no good kids ready to get crazy./

Big babies never wanted to grow up./

It's perfect like it is ten years old's enough./

Didn't know much about the world outside./

But it was only a matter of time/

cus time run fast in every way/

and fifteen years back seems like yesterday./

When I rocked fat laces and copped my first lp,/

wrote my first rhymes inspired by P.E./

I couldn't wait to bum rush the show./

Ask my parents, they were first to know./

They thought that I was gonna stick to rhymin'./

Couldn't believe their son was criminal minded./

But all I ever wanted was my name on the wall,/

sprayin' it all who are you sayin' I'm wrong?/

We had bad moments and good times./

we move fast, no time to look twice./

Days became weeks and weeks became months./

Things around me changin' but I remain the same one.



It's with bittersweet remembrance./

There's laughter and there's violence./

It did not matter who was right/

in the backseat on a summernight.



Picture this: The mid nineties./

When hip hop ruled everything around me./

We formed Looptroop, did a couple of tapes./

Sold the copies away in a couple of days./

And when the night came we got busy./

It was war with the cops here in Punk rock city./

We used to get chased on the bikes./

"Blåljus!! Äh, jag drar!" Cus I ain't facin' no trial./

But two times they got me./

So what, I got a fine, fine that couldn't stop me./

Me and Linus (R.I.P) just laughed in court./

After dark we're goin' back of course./

Years passed, they were runnin' away./

Got new friends and lost some on the way./

Time flies and it ain't no way to hold it up./

It's that bittersweet feeling of growin' up.



Day after day my heart just keep beatin'./

That bittersweet feeling it come creepin'./

I'm gettin' stressed out of life itself./

No more, no less this is what I get. (X2)



And with bittersweet remembrance/

we walked around 'til it made sense./

And though it seems so far away./

The children here still sound the same.










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