Basement life
Christmas lights
Gin with Sprite
Wine on ice
Short list of the things that I like
Its funny how drunk nights describe life
Feel my lines
Hear my rhymes
Recycling bottles, we on the wintertime grind
Savin up bucks to get wintertime drunk
Phones on silent, lets have fun
Run in garage
Chillin in the rush
Ice was gone
Somebody run to the store
Get a big thing of cubes and a six pack of Dew, see we do real big
I wish youd get a clue
Just teenagers, sub woof bangin
Cops knock on the door, quiet till they leavin
Now turn it up, that all the neighbors hearin
Pals started talkin, the girls started hearin
The ways that the young do 
Thats party all the time first week day two
Sixtel new, get up that Dew
Whatever we did last night, times two
Skip school, act foolish like kids do
Run em up through town then go back to
The basement, come and stay the night
Id like to welcome yall to the times of my life
I aint losin friends, but I be losing sleep
In the garage at night screamin lyrics to that shit
, pouring out my soul, trying to balance my composure, but I cant do it alone
I need my gang with me
I see what thingsll be
For the dope-ass kids from scrap nation
From off the , turn it back again
I need some space
I say, I need some time
I got my foot in the door, and I got money on my mind
Because I, Im steady racin in the marathon
Im steady, pushin my way off the bar
Im steady, dreaming, oh Im steady dreamin
I can show everybody what I be California Dreamin
I came from the basement, grew up in the basement
Tanqueray on shallow days, feelin like we made it
I be in the basement
I wish that you could face it
The pictures out of focus, but the image never fading
See, yall trying to do what we already done
So no matter what, you just a re-run
Yo, click rewind, hit me twice, we can settle what you said, you aint consider me tight
Im a K2-kid on my K2-shit
Take me into your lungs, Ima let loose bitch with the loose cannons
Runnin town like errands
When we shot at, we shot back like Terrance
We was the ones that made the past
Gave a the liter and guess who was dead last
Yall was in the bag, who was first class?
When I see , half full glass
But you was still mad, plannin your attack
Made cause we had somethin youll never have
Tally, creativity, just imaginin a world without us is like ones without the magic
Stars, planets, worlds collide
Then the red lights on and the Kid goes live
Time flies when you truly alive
Id like to welcome yall to the times of my life
I came from the basement, grew up in the basement
Tanqueray on shallow days, feelin like we made it
I be in the basement
I wish that you could face it
The pictures out of focus, but the image never fading
Welcome to the basement
 with the basement
Welcome to the basement
Im feelin like we made it
Welcome to the basement