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

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