Froshed Lyrics & Chords By Cheatahs

Playing 3 on 3 in the park
Shooting hoops when it gets dark
Remember when we used to start
Having fun when we didn't care what it meant
Like we did in summertime
It wasn't worth a dime
Skating the steps until it got late
Scraping our knees and getting a shake
Calling at girls and making mistakes
The suns coming down but we still have time to be ourselves