作词 : Mitchell Bailey
作曲 : Mitchell Bailey/Seán Lewis
[Verse 1]
Raised by degenerates stuck in their adolescence and, turned the adolescents into a bunch of degenerates, evident of a petty dream
Remember that,
Time, with your first green,
Thirteen,
Ash'd on the burnt jeans
We the shit, not what the birds see,
Still flirting, with the girls at the park,
After dark, off the piss, got a jar, no mix, of the shark, all liq, sip, fall, on the, rock, hard, solid, bottle, drop, falling, alcoholic, problem, spliffs, bics, tic Tac is, what's half in the bag with, moms liquor cabinet,
Trust me, under 21, bruh, youth moore savage, 
More than the average,
More green than a field filled with cabbage, 
More lean then the bernie, with no back in

[Chorus]
Feels like yesterday,
We were just kids
Banging, banging
On the neighbours door
You don't come around no more 

[Verse 2]
Can't **** with you dudes, who want to consume booze, blow loot, on blow, shoes, and whatever else y'all do
We don't mix, no shoots,
Question myself
How this tempting as hell, but it's destined to fail
So I built a wall like trump keeping Mexicans out
Next time you send me a shout, & get no text from my cell,
Realize it's twenty seventeen, I cut the rest, acting seventeen, out
Boy I'm near sure, like a beach house
It's like missing threes, how she get the rebound 
Spin 'round the D, curved, word? She out
Swimming in the deep while,
She drunk, she wild, 
Shitty to be around
Been day one, since the playground, when I visit
I ain't trying to stay a while

[Chorus]
Feels like yesterday,
We were just kids
Banging, banging
On the neighbours door
You don't come around no more 

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
Feels like yesterday,
We were just kids
Banging, banging
On the neighbours door
You don't come around no more (x3)