P.A.C. Nostalgia

(Intro - Trap-house b**t with a lo-fi, distorted vocal sample) (Yeah... haha... the P.A.C.) (Remember that?) ​(Verse 1 - Nu-metal riff kicks in, vocals are aggressive) Heard 'em laughin' from the bleachers, callin' us a bunch of creeps A bunch of "piss ants," buried six feet deep But the words just bounced right off us, hit the ground, and broke the glass Took that name and carved it on a tombstone, yeah, it's gonna last 'Cause the joke was on them, man, they didn't even know They gave us a new name, started watchin' a new show It's the crew, the clan, the pack, yeah, we're comin' for the crown We're the P.A.C., we're the kingpins of this worthless town. ​(Chorus - Heavy rock/nu-metal breakdown) (BPM gets faster, bass is driving) With our fingers in the air, a sign for everyone to see The pack is runnin' wild, yeah, we're finally free Ripped jeans and long hair, a rebel yellin' in the street "F**K THE WORLD, NO ONE CARES!" a mantra on repeat! Oh, I wish I were 16 again... Yeah, I wish I were 16 again... ​(Verse 2 - Trap-house b**t returns, vocals have a melodic, half-rapped flow) Runnin' from the sunrise 'til the streetlights come on Smokin' on that sticky, rollin' 'til the day is gone Yeah, we owned the asphalt, the concrete, and the dirt Every single shadow was our throne; it didn't hurt Got that busted-up denim, boots with holes in the soles Never had a plan, just had a pack of broken souls Didn't need a map or a reason to move Just the sound of our feet and a rhythm to prove. ​(Pre-Chorus - Instrumental builds with guitar feedback and trap snares) We were kings in our own minds, yeah, we ruled the scene Livin' for the moment, nothin' in between... Yeah... nothin' in between. ​(Chorus - Explosive, full band energy) With our fingers in the air, a sign for everyone to see The pack is runnin' wild, yeah, we're finally free Ripped jeans and long hair, a rebel yellin' in the street "F**K THE WORLD, NO ONE CARES!" a mantra on repeat! Oh, I wish I were 16 again... Yeah, I wish I were 16 again... ​(Guitar Solo / Breakdown - All three genres collide, chaotic and fast) (Distorted guitar solo over a heavy trap b**t with a powerful rock bass line. Vocals are a muffled, shouted ad-lib.) ​(Bridge - B**t slows down, vocals are raw and reflective) Remember the laughin'? Remember the stare? The smell of the summer and the feel of the air? We were just a crew of misfits, not a gang, not a crew But in our own little world, man, our bond was so true Just a memory now, a faded, old photograph I'd give anything to go back and just feel the wrath Of a world that didn't get it, a world that just hated... Yeah, we were the Piss Ants, so perfectly fated. ​(Outro - B**t fades to just a single, distorted guitar chord and a hi-hat) (Vocals are a whisper) "F**k the world..." (A single, final c***h of the cymbals) "...no one cares."