Times change
I can barely hit a three these days
And we don't talk
Like we used to
Times change
I can barely hit a three these days
And we don't talk
Like we used to
Used to play the game my way
Used to play the game my way
I used to know it play by play
I was on a blade those days
But I'm on a fade now
I wait for the fade out
Wait for you to fade out
You emit the gray now
What is there to say now?
Times change (White, brown mix colour fade in my head)
I can barely hit a three these days (Five speed shift, consciousness on the fritz)
And we don't talk (Colour fade off the hit)
Like we used to (Colour fade off the liq)
Black, white makes
Colour gray in my head
Five speed shift
Consciousness on the fritz
White, brown fix
Colour fade in my head
White, brown fix
Colour fade in my head
Black, white makes
Colour gray in my head
Five speed shift
Consciousness on the fritz
White, brown fix
Colour fade in my head