Summer '99

It's like 100 degrees, you can fry an egg on a rock

Fire hydrant spewing out the liquid and it's on the block

Circus man and mister softee making rounds

I'm jus thinkin, I could make a meal, just need some bacon now

Its the 90's, memory ain't that nice to act like

I can say the right year, but you can, if you tune in, you just might hear

I'm jus a kid, living carefree

Sitting barely hyperactive, never been in chairs, we

Flying by like Jordan in the wind, lift with air breeze

Smell the pollen of the flowers, ditch the sting of their bees

Mario cart like a nascar driver, and smash bros

Who the heck the splash bros?