Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Back in ‘06 I was broke as fuck Stealin' dad’s ride just to press our luck Warm beer in the trunk, cheap blunt on tuck Laughin' so hard we could barely puff Hit that house party, fake X on the tongue Didn’t know shit, but we all felt young Pissin’ in the yard, middle finger to the sun Every single bad choice felt like fun [Chorus] We were dumb as shit back in ‘06 Drinkin’ ‘til we couldn’t feel lips Roll another one, take that hit “Fuck it, fuck it,” was the only script Yeah, we blacked out nights, cracked-out dreams Talkin’ big plans, ripped-up jeans If it made no sense, we were all-in Back in ‘06, knew we’d never quit (never quit) [Verse 2] Climbed that water tower, spray paint on steel Names drippin’ down like a secret seal One slip, one fall, that could’ve been real Still we’re up there yellin’, “We can’t be killed” Hot-boxed Civic in the Walmart lot Paranoid as hell when the cops rolled by slow Duckin’ in the seats, hearts ready to blow Then laughin’ like idiots in the smoke-filled glow [Chorus] We were dumb as shit back in ‘06 Drinkin’ ‘til we couldn’t feel lips Roll another one, take that hit “Fuck it, fuck it,” was the only script Yeah, we blacked out nights, cracked-out dreams Talkin’ big plans, ripped-up jeans If it made no sense, we were all-in Back in ‘06, knew we’d never quit (never quit) [Bridge] Now I’m lookin’ back like “damn, we wild” Still proud of every fucked-up child Scars on my knuckles, smoke in my chest Those fucked-up nights were the fuckin’ best [Chorus] We were dumb as shit back in ‘06 Drinkin’ ‘til we couldn’t feel lips Roll another one, take that hit “Fuck it, fuck it,” was the only script Yeah, we blacked out nights, cracked-out dreams Talkin’ big plans, ripped-up jeans If it made no sense, we were all-in Back in ‘06, knew we’d never quit (never quit)
Tags
rap, Aggressive hip hop / EDM hybrid with male vocals; distorted 808s and side‑chained synths under swaggering verses, then a massive festival-style drop on the hook. Verses stay tight and percussive, riding the pocket; chorus explodes with shout-along chants and stacked gang vocals. Occasional glitch FX, riser sweeps, and bass growls to underline the reckless, nostalgic energy., edm, hip hop
Duration
3:10
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026