All the Old Things (feat. Christina Rotondo)

Hey dude, aren't you like hella stoked for Neck Deep to come on?
 Oh yeah dude, it's like a mix of The Story So Far and Knuckle Puck
 Ah, so tight, dude
 I know, dude
 Yeah
 Storming through the kitchen just to find a jar of mayo
 While I'm packing lunch for a trip on my Winnebago
 As a kid, made it big, and they all knew me by name
 My old punk rock band got me money and fame
 Hanging out at the golf course on the weekend
 Acting chummy, trading stocks with my best friends
 I had to pick up my prescription at the drugstore
 I remember it's the first time that I realized
 I'm getting old, and life is a nightmare
 I'm getting old, I just found my first gray hair
 Nobody cares, 'cause all the kids in today's
 Pop-punk scene were born after 19, 19, 1999, 1999
 I won't say goodbye, I'm getting older all the time
 And though I'm not as relevant, my old songs are pretty sweet
 Please don't mind what I'm trying to say, 'cause I
 I like the nostalgia when I hear you
 Tell me my band is here to stay
 Even though we don't wanna change
 Modern musicians
 Really freakin' blow
 I was once full of joy, what happened to Fall Out Boy?
 They're not the band that they once were
 Now they're all superstars, forgot about their guitars
 Those days have turned into one big blur
 Give me a reason to go see a doctor
 To schedule a date for a prostate exam
 It might hurt to piss
 It doesn't mean that I will go
 You better keep your thumb away from me
 Don't tell me I'm at that age, and
 Don't call me old, don't call me old
 Don't call me old, don't call me old
 I don't even relate to the youth
 I don't wanna do the things they do
 I'm never gonna get the memes they make
 And I don't ever wanna, I don't ever wanna
 Be a millennial idiot
 They all like that boy band from Australia
 Why should I cater to their entitlement?
 Those selfish little pampered millennials
 Whoa, you should speak for yourself
 You're not the only old-school Warped band
 Whoa, I'm pushing 30, doing well for myself
 And I'm still pretty relevant
 I got your drift, girl
 Female singer, count me in
 'Cause I realize now why all these artists
 Don't end up has-beens
 It might take some time
 A little bit of planning with my record label
 Everything, everything will be just fine
 Collaborate with Taylor Swift, we'll just sell out, sell out
 Drop a song on YouTube
 You should all sit back, watch closely as I go mainstream
 We're selling out now, and we're changing our sound
 Much bigger than the early 2000s
 I'll chart as number one on Billboard
 I've lost some respect, but I'll just ignore it
 If I could travel time, things would get better
 Relive the glory days and rock forever
 (If I could travel time) Say it ain't so, it will not grow
 (Things would get better) I need a moment, in the bathroom
 (Relive the glory days) I know I still can be your thrill
 (And rock forever) The night will go on, the night will go on
 My little blue pill