Fab Years – Landon Pigg

I was talking on my Michael Jordan phone
I still miss my friends from my other home
You were in a sapphire mood
Just a kid when I first saw you
But you didn’t see me

Those were the fab years
Those were the fab years

Dinner every night
And the secret clubs
Way down below
Of the regular folks
You took my hands
And put ’em on your cheek
Wide awake in a private dream
And you know what I mean

Those were the fab years
And those were the fab years

Smoking on a desert palm
You were always in front of me
Never overhead
Still, there’s nothing to regret
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Those were the fab years
Let go of the fab years

I’m drinking my stuff at my best friend’s house
Stayed all night, we’re just hanging out