When I was young, everything seemed so simple
Burn or be burned by the pressure

Drop a round and swing high into heaven
Sneak out, become this neighbourhood villain

Some kind of thug
Or something I'm missing
Getting buzzed
Chronic generation

Am I grown? I guess I'm way over twenty
No respect for the things that cost money

Some kind of thug
Or something I'm missing
Getting buzzed
This chronic generation

Yeah, you've got me next to you
This gun is loaded
I'm still afraid to go home
Still think it's getting us stoned
Still afraid to go home

Such fun
Ooh, such fun
Ooh-ah

I'm still afraid to go home
Still think it's getting us stoned
I'm still afraid to come home

Such fun
Ooh, such fun
Ooh
Ooh, such fun