I've been reading old newspapers I'm quite nostalgic of the 1990's Life before my life be sounding quite charming If you see a picture, a moment through a polaroid You often only feel the brightside It feels right Memories passing through a filter 'fore your own eyes All these news Keep fucking me up Seems like something's going on Every second on the clock I've recording everything lately Trying desperately to create memories I can watch later Miss? maybe Acting crazy My friends notice my restless face My weary eyes and my orange hands In these troubled times I've been stressing more than I can smoke, man Drowning more than I can drink, fam Asking for more than I can give, pal All these news Keep fucking me up Seems like something's going on Every second on the clock All these news Keep fucking me up Seems like something's going on Every second on the clock