Crusing around my good-old hometown, weed city,
Hearing a girl on the radio, feeling like P. Diddy,
Stop at the local place and go inside a daycare,
Inside a classroom many children just lay there,
Pick my little pretty 3 year old innocent sister,
With hands each one with a transparent blister,
Next I take out my crumbled, one dollar bill,
Buy four cookies and place a colored collar still,
On my sister's neck, now I feel like a superhero,
Doesn't really matter if my money stoops at zero,
Rob an extra three dollars and eat at Wingstop,
While hearing the music from Britney sing pop,
After a pleasant meal, I have a reminiscent feel,
Went back in time and really it was less than real,
We broke in and robbed some chicken wings,
Good memories though we were kicken things,
