Lyrics Treehouse - Sam Lachow , Ariana Deboo

In the living room, with our pictures on the wall
I know you're gonna remember me if you don't remember it all
We got a song
And an old, old tree
Even without the leaves it'll still be there
I won't leave you alone for long
Fourteen came black and milds, Fifteen came blunts
Sixteen came the liquor, seventeen came guns
Our lives changed since that old red sofa, and now that that's gone
This black one's way too nice to take a nap on
My little brothers a teen now, hes now fourteen, wow, that's when we smoked green at Gene's house
Draped up, dripped out, but never really figured our shit out
Every damn day another problem, it's been drama since baby bottles
If I could be young forever I would, scratch that, let's go get it man bring it on young, and i'm ready fam, damn
A little difference is drawing pirates with grandma
Or staying up and watching the sand lot
(You're killing me smalls)
In the living room, with our pictures on the wall
I know you're gonna remember me if you don't remember it all
We got a song
And an old, old tree
Even without the leaves it'll still be there
I won't leave you alone for long
Charlie, you'll probably cheat
But still end up with D's like I did
Feel rich from selling a little weed like I did
But i promise you, no matter how damn fun it might feel
Just remember that that money's not real, foreal
Give away these clothes, Give away this dope
Give away this weed, Give away this blow
Give away this internet, give away this phone
Greedy homies with the greedy chicks
Booty calls that don't mean shit
Take that away you still got family
We may not be too flashy or fancy, that'll never change
We'll switch cities but we're still the same
More than a mom, a dad, kids and a picture frame
I heard you and your little buddies were blowing weed in the house
Opened every single window and left the febreeze out
Hella slick
Dad was clownin on you hard man, I was dyin
But we still gave you some points for tryin
Listen
This goes out to tenth graders at their parents house, come home late for dinner, slam the door, and cuss their parents out
Twenty years later you're getting married and you're a parent now
And that door slamming asshole is the only thing you care about
In the living room, with our pictures on the wall
I know you're gonna remember me if you don't remember it all
We got a song
And an old, old tree
Even without the leaves it'll still be there
I won't leave you alone for long