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lirik lagu backyard memories – e’lyk

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[intro]
i miss the days when the backyard was an adventure
now i live in an apartment that sh*t seems so far away
i just really wanna go back there

i would dig in the mud make a mud pie
i would climb in the trees feel like an animal
but i’d be free. yea, i’d be free

[verse]
what is home is it friends or family
is it where i reside or my mental capacity
to think or have free speech
are original ideas ever original to begin with?
i wouldn’t know
i got a ghost writer coming up with these words their name is subconscious
it remembers everything i hear and re*writes what it feels is important

but it’s hard to decide whether the words are still valid
once the ink stains a page it’s hard to get off again
thats how it feels to receive a compliment, i hold onto it
till theres a replacement

but they seem few and far between, always talking about appearances or our differences
but it’s hard to be different when we’re all told to do the same f*cking things

focus in school, go to uni, get a job, meanwhile support yourself with part time side hustles
make sure to make time, for yourself but it’s hard to make time for that our plates are always full

not the worst thing cause at least our stomachs are full too
but we’re all fools or tools just doing what we’re told
so we can do what we want when it comes down to it
in our late 80s

when we finally pay the mortgage get divorces
have far younger partners and finally travel to places we wanted to go when we were younger and still had dreams to show for it
sh*t i got over it

i don’t think i want kids, grandkids maybe
hard to get that without the former, someone to share life experience with, so they wouldn’t make the same mistakes that i did
reminds me what my grandfather used to say
“just put a smile on your face, it’ll all be okay”
but he faded away in a hospital bed, so did my smile that day

i think i want to visit, my old backyard
there’s memories there that would make me trip harder than drugs
getting pushed off a slide or getting sprayed with a hose
still makes me laugh, i could run around with no clothes

it was home, and it felt like it too
cause the family was together all under one roof
i think the worst part of growing up is trading everything familiar for something you’re told is good

it’s society
telling us what to do don’t break the stigma, never try something new
unless you’re already a pro
luckily breaking the loop

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