Sears Photo Booth Intro: (C.W. Franz) This is a trip down memory lane. Chorus: Steve with the green stripes said he’s proud of me, Wish he knew where I wanted to be, In the booth at Sears making faces at the camera, Blue, Magenta, Salt, Pepper, everybody’s smiling, yeah Verse 1: As I enter the adult world for the second time, I gotta take stock of what truly is mine, No debt, no worries, no prospects, no job, But I’m never one to sit and sob, Nor do I pander to the escalating mob, I just ruminate, eviscerate my state on this current date. House of Commons calling, they got no confidence, such is fate. Verse 2: Now in fourth and fifth grade, teaching was my passion, The kindness of my tutors may have made it a match then. In seventh and eighth grade, I switched to law, Like Atticus, I wanted to see the dominoes fall Feature: (Maya Miko) Trip down memory lane, strip naked let it rain, The bills need paying, we was real hungry but still we playing, Segas and Nintendos, didn’t have the consoles, I was at my dog’s home, playing Mortal Kombat, Then we hit the streets, you would think that we belonged there, Cornrows braided up, long hair don’t care, Holding down that icicle, homie throw the dice and go ride around on bicycles, Hand-me-down BMXs, listenin’ to the DMX and Slim Shady’s recollections of my momma tryin’ to stretch the paycheck, Bunch of ass-whuppings she was runnin’ out of patience, Got a paper route now so I’m getting paper now, At the house party big booty make it bounce, Underage drinkin’ cheap liquor getting tipsy, Throwin’ up them bushes, jumpin’ on the bus with a fake bus pass going nowhere. My uncle passed away and I shed no tears, kinda feel guilty, like yeah he was a prick but the fact I didn’t feel shit, scared me. Didn’t want the numbness of the streets to consume me, We was doin’ dumb shit like whatever nigga, sue me. The old me got a lot in common with the new me. New song, new beat, moved on, you need to check in every once in a while. That’s the kid inside talkin’ to me and I smile. The fact that I can hear him, Is proof I’m getting closer, getting nearer To where I’m meant to be. Chorus (C.W. Franz): Steve with the green stripes said he’s proud of me, Wish he he knew where I wanted to be, In the booth at Sears making faces at the camera, Blue, Magenta, Salt, Pepper, everybody’s smiling, yeah