Cosma’s still betting on tennis and CS, never cashes a win
Owes me and Dog a fortune, that degenerate carpenter grin
Eddie’s trading hookers and Coors Light for a girlfriend these days
Dog’s 35, chugging vodka, yelling at Fortnite like it’s a rage cage
Tuna closing bars with me Sunday through Monday, unhealthiest alive
One eye open training, still catching heat when the squad dives
Greg’s living Blow every night, nose deep in that Hollywood dream
And Cody’s been MIA in Virginia, seven years off the team
Rob’s making big bucks with two kids, but I know he misses 2009
Still wishes he was booking lines instead of playing dad all the time
Fut went from couch four-somes with Toni Anne to a ring in a month
Now he’s a big shot in the NBA, living that life we used to front
Andre throwing basement ragers, stealing mom’s minivan at 15
Surprised he only had his first kid last year, still wild as can be
GTA 6 dropping soon, he’ll be right back in the old hood again
Reliving every stolen ride with all his boys riding shotgun
Now we’re all scattered — Cosma swinging hammers, Dog still raging on the mic
Eddie playing house, Rob counting cash but dreaming bookie nights
Fut balling in the league, Tuna one eye open fighting sleep
Greg doing lines like Depp, Andre stealing vans in his dreams
Cody’s ghost in Virginia, we’re all growing up or trying to
But deep down every single one of us is still those bike-riding kids we knew
We were legends in the cul-de-sac, no rules, just busted knuckles and dirt
Never thought the good times had an expiration date on ‘em, didn’t even hurt
We used to ride our bikes all around this town!
Wiffle ball in the street till the streetlights drowned us out!
Laughing till we couldn’t breathe, yelling till the neighbors came down
One last time we were all together… and nobody knew it was the last time around!
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
We were brothers on two wheels, now we’re fading out!
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Goddamn, I miss that last wiffle ball summer!
Now we’re scattered — jobs, kids, rings, and debts we can’t escape
But every time I drive past that same cracked asphalt street
I swear I still hear us screaming… like nothing could ever leave
ONE LAST RIDE!
ONE LAST GAME!
We used to ride our bikes all around this town!
Wiffle ball till the sun went down!
One last ride, one last game, one last night we owned the ground
Nobody knew it was the last time… fuck, nobody made a sound!
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
We were brothers till the summer died!
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Take me back… take me back to that last wiffle ball ride!
One last wiffle ball summer…
Ride on, boys… wherever the hell you are.
