Born in Eighty Something

Songtext

[Verse 1] Born in the eighties, raised on hand-me-down dreams Bike chain rattling, scraped knees on the seams Summer days in the nineties, screen door slammed with pride Backyard games till the porch light pulled us inside I remember the laughter, the cheap cologne, the rain The whole block singing, trying hard to outrun pain We were small, but hungry, learning how to stand With a fist full of marbles and a future in our hands [Pre-Chorus] And I can still feel it cutting through the fear That wild little heartbeat saying, "you still here?" (you still here?) Every hard little mile, every bent-up road Made a man out the boy I used to know [Chorus] Born in the eighties Made in the rain (oh-oh, made in the rain) Nineties on my tongue Like a old refrain Early two-thousands We was on that run (we was on that run) Born in the eighties Still rising, son [Verse 2] Remember cheap sneakers, fried baloney nights Paper route money felt like millionaire lights Game boys humming, TV glow on the wall Every Saturday morning we thought we had it all Mixtapes in the glovebox, gold on the chain Dreams so loud they drowned out the blame We were laughing through trouble, dancing with the dark Learning how to keep a flame inside a spark [Pre-Chorus] And I can still hear mama calling down the hall "Keep your head up, baby, don’t you fold at all" (don’t fold at all) So when the years got heavy, I just held on tight To the boy from the block with that fire in his eyes [Chorus] Born in the eighties Made in the rain (oh-oh, made in the rain) Nineties on my tongue Like a old refrain Early two-thousands We was on that run (we was on that run) Born in the eighties Still rising, son [Bridge] Now the hairline’s moving, now the scars can show But I kept that kid alive in the bones below If the world went cold, I brought my own sun (kept my own sun) From the back porch summers to the man I’ve become I still hear the laughter riding through the pain Still got that first light running in my veins [Final Chorus] Born in the eighties Made in the rain (oh-oh, made in the rain) Nineties on my tongue Like a old refrain Early two-thousands We was on that run (we was on that run) Born in the eighties Still rising, son Born in the eighties I’m still that kid (still that kid) Took every hard day And I turned it to this