Lyrics The Ol' Days - Crabitat

Long times turn into short times lookn back
That turn into grand times further back we go
Their grand times then now right
You know we cant run it back
Cuz we're still grow'n up never going back never gonna stop aging
That's the art of changing
And it's a process liv'n in the nows kinda slow
But this is the art of livn

We miss the ol days with Natas Kaupas
One more christ air from Hosoi is fair
One more bat wing from Hokus Pokus
From the banks of wallows bring it into focus
The ol days with Natas Kaupas
Just a day in the back yard
We're gonna take the jump ramp to the boulevard
Blast off with a judo air, go large
We miss the ol days with Natas Kaupas

Huntington beach blow'n up 91
We deal the drugs there and run the clubs
Resurgent utopia outta control
Raging bongs next to empty pools
And ease'n into the transition
Gotta get around and upgrade the feel'n
Eddy and Roscopp on the move
One line now the flow is smooth
This is a sentence cashed in for the experienced heads
See yourself the one that shreds

We miss the ol days with Natas Kaupas
One more christ air from Hosoi is fair
One more bat wing from Hokus Pokus
From the banks of wallows bring it into focus
The ol days with Natas Kaupas
Just a day in the back yard
We're gonna take the jump ramp to the boulevard
Blast off with a judo air, go large
We miss the ol days with Natas Kaupas

Hammerhead board the way forward
No denial at the tail skate with style
Then stick it to the ply with those dirty shorts
The fit girls drop by and let fly Abbadabbadabbada shkaablank
Its gonna be cold but run it back run it back
Just a day in the backyard
Gonna take the jump ramp to the boulevard
Blast off with a judo air go large
Stale fish in a crowd they be jump'n up and down gettn loud
Got fat herb fist bump this is liv'n now

We miss the ol days with Natas Kaupas
One more christ air from Hosoi is fair
One more bat wing from Hokus Pokus
From the banks of wallows bring it into focus
The ol days with Natas Kaupas