Take Me Back - Punch Clock Prophets.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Punch Clock
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Punch Clock
[00:19.944]Take me back to the 90’s, where the sky looked blue,
[00:22.427]No filters, just life, and the Big League Chew.
[00:25.153]Streetlights blinked, but the nights felt kind,
[00:27.937]Before the world sped up and left me behind.
[00:30.297]Now it’s likes and swipes and digital lies—
[00:32.872]I just want recess and butterfly skies.
[00:35.487]But maybe... maybe I just knew,
[00:39.627]And the world ain't different — I grew.
[00:40.819][Verse 1 – Reminiscing]
[00:41.545]Used to ride to the store on my BMX,
[00:44.251]Chain loose, headphones blastin’ DMX.
[00:46.667]Back then, a mixtape felt like church,
[00:49.335]Now I scroll playlists ‘til my thumbs just hurt.
[00:51.690]Mama had soap operas, dad had the news,
[00:54.360]I had cartoons and light-up shoes.
[00:56.691]No bills, no stress, just neighbourhood wars,
[00:59.478]With Kool-Aid stains on corner store doors.
[01:02.172]Summers hit different, the heat was a friend,
[01:04.656]Now it’s wildfires, smoke that never ends.
[01:07.183]Used to walk ten blocks without fear in my chest,
[01:09.553]Now I check my back ‘cause I don’t feel blessed.
[01:10.969][Hook – Repeat]
[01:11.458]Take me back to the 90’s, where the sky looked blue,
[01:14.030]No filters, just life, and the Big League Chew.
[01:16.925]Streetlights blinked, but the nights felt kind,
[01:19.412]Before the world sped up and left me behind.
[01:21.882]Now it’s likes and swipes and digital lies—
[01:24.471]I just want recess and butterfly skies.
[01:27.050]But maybe... maybe I just knew,
[01:31.241]And the world ain't different — I grew.
[01:31.717][Verse 2 – Contrast & Realization]
[01:32.635]Now it’s ring cams, scams, alerts on my phone,
[01:35.566]Back then we just hollered from a payphone.
[01:38.083]TikToks and trends got the youth in a spin,
[01:40.491]While I’m missin’ Surge soda and dialin' in.
[01:43.184]Polaroids cracked, but the memories last,
[01:45.811]Now it’s cloud drives full of a filtered past.
[01:48.188]I said, “things were better,” but maybe that’s fake,
[01:51.063]Maybe it’s me feelin’ time start to ache.
[01:53.366]Maybe I changed, got caught in the tide,
[01:56.344]Lost that kid who had nothin’ to hide.
[01:58.862]Wasn’t the world — it was me all along,
[02:01.615]Growin’ up fast and hummin’ old songs.
[02:03.569][Bridge – Slow, Reflective]
[02:04.492]Used to dream big from my bunkbed fort,
[02:06.763]Now I dream bills and child support.
[02:09.171]But maybe there’s hope in the mirror I see—
[02:11.578]Not the boy I was, but the man I could be.
[02:12.886][Final Hook – Soft, Bittersweet]
[02:13.356]Take me back to the 90’s, where the sky looked blue,
[02:15.974]No filters, just life, and a bag of Big League Chew.
[02:18.719]Streetlights blinked, but the nights felt kind,
[02:21.469]Before the world sped up and left me behind.
[02:24.014]Now I see clearer through a grown man’s view—
[02:29.251]Maybe the 90’s ain’t gone, they’re just livin’ in you.