Back in the day…gen x don’t play

Yeah, it’s ya boy, b grunt, back from the land of cassette decks and disrespect checks

We built the world you TikTok on, motherfuckers

Now listen up before I yeet myself into early retirement

I was born with a Walkman, raised by rage and MTV,

You were born with a Wi-Fi plan and anxiety.

We survived divorce, AIDS, and Reaganomics,

You cry when your phone dies — shit, that’s comic.

We rode bikes till the streetlights hit,

Now you panic ‘cause your Uber’s late a bit.

You flex on threads, we flexed on bullies,

You cancel folks, we threw hands fully!

You “self-care” like it’s brand new —

We had trauma before memes, fool.

We got scars, you got “triggers,”

We dipped cope and flipped off figures.

Back in my day, we didn’t give a fuck,

No filters, no therapy, just bad luck.

Now it’s vibes, soft eyes, and “let’s unpack trauma,”

Man, we packed heat and cursed out ya mama.

Back in my day, we didn’t cry, we drank,

We mixtaped heartbreak and overdrew the bank.

Now you Venmo therapy and tweet your sins,

We wrote ‘em in ink — let that sink in.

Millennials act like they broke the mold,

But they borrowed it from us and sold it cold.

Gen Z’s out here redefining cool,

But can’t drive stick, fucking stay in school.

You talk safe space, we had the desert and bongs,

We turned pain into Pearl Jam songs.

You swipe right, we shot shotguns,

You post trauma, we don’t run.

You “main character” like that’s profound,

We were NPCs in a dead downtown.

You can’t ghost me, I lived it first,

When friends went dark in a black Hearse.

Back in my day, we didn’t give a fuck,

No filters, no therapy, just bad luck.

Now it’s vibes, soft eyes, and “let’s unpack trauma,”

Man, we packed heat and cursed out ya mama.

Back in my day, we didn’t cry, we drank,

We mixtaped heartbreak and overdrew the bank.

Now you Venmo therapy and tweet your sins,

We wrote ‘em in ink — let that sink in.

You call it toxic, we call it life,

You call it gaslight, we call it wife.

You call it burnout, we call it norm,

You call it cringe — that’s how we were born.

We worked dead jobs, you chase “alignment,”

You got crystals, we got assignments.

You say “healing,” we say “hungover,”

We got old but we ain’t over.

So fuck your trends and pronoun fights,

We had real beef and streetlight nights.

We ain’t your dad, we ain’t your friend,

We’re the pissed-off ghosts who’ll text again.

Back in my day, we made it raw,

No likes, no laws, just pure chaos.

So bow down, young bloods, when you hear that track —

‘Cause Gen X never left, we just want our fucking shit back.

PUSSIES!!!!!