sitting in Richmond on the C-side of town the whole band's with me we're just fuckin' around reggae is the sound on the radio we've got nothing to do we've got nowhere to go i've been told nothing stays the same sooner or later it has to change fight if you have to to live your life don't let em tell you anything but know what's right summertime sun and heat you can taste ashes and strings and Adam's bass in the east bay in the summertime needles and foil having such a good time i've been told nothing stays the same sooner or later it has to change fight if you have to to live your life don't let em tell you anything but know what's right we all walk over to Jennifer's we haven't eaten all day a place to relax a place to get away smoking cigarettes hung over so bad now are the best times i've ever had
