| 1995 was a wonderful time to be alive |
| 1995 was a wonderful time to be alive |
| I really miss about black in the day |
| Had too much you know what they say |
| Been in the past that'Ђ™s where you stay |
| Thinking about first time stepping on stage |
| Kick my little rash back when I was so grey |
| Welcome to the crowd nowadays feel strange |
| Walking on stage they don'Ђ™t recognize my face |
| After the show standing in front of the place |
| They come up to me and say what'Ђ™s your name? |
| You’re working on something coming up or anything |
| I will say: yeah but I don'Ђ™t really know |
| Thou spending every weekend in the studio |
| Comming up with songs, they ask me what'Ђ™s wrong |
| Shit sounds hot, I tell them hip hop |
| I think about all the grace that came and die |
| Still stuck in the year, |
| 1995 was a wonderful time to be alive |
| 1995 was a wonderful time to be alive |
| I used to hop on the train |
| Listening to Wu-Tang, light up Els in the stairwell with the butain |
| I am so different now I guess things do change |
| My old friends see me they be like you strange |
| My mother hay a problem with how I do things |
| Plan too many games with all my new flames |
| But I can'Ђ™t stick around when it gets to plain |
| Oh baby just gotta go I remember Brandy: The Boy Is Mine |
| I remember Monica at the same time |
| I remember rocking in St. Andrew’s hall |
| Different place every night yeah used to have a ball |
| It was just something 1995, close friends that died back then where still |
| Alive |
| It was just the vibe, source, the vibe |
| Even the red pages seemed so outdated |
| 1995 was a wonderful time to be alive |
| 1995 was a wonderful time to be alive |
| 1995 was a wonderful time to be alive |
| 1995 was a wonderful time to be alive |