Here is a sad sad storyabout a group of friendsand it’s a sad sad feelingwhen ya…when ya know it’s good aheadand I know that it can’t be what it used to beand when I think about it, it gets me down, so downI take a look around meI see many of familiar faceever seen…you againyeaaaaaa yeaaaaaaaaacause a mad day did to youalways had mad lovewell I always had mad lovewell I was on summer’ 1998 and the beach was looking frayall that south air blowing through my hairgave me the feeling that I wasn’t there beforeyou go…there’s one thing I got say:that it was fun, that it was nice yeahwill so niceYou told me that I missed itI say: damn! you’re trippin’, but I can’t lie to yousometimes I don’t know what to do(I) won’t be fool againso is my rule againstyou know me dive for your sands(a part make of)you’re all my friendsyeaaaaaa yeaaaaaaaaacause a mad day did to youalways had mad lovewell I always had mad lovealways had mad lovewell I always had mad lovecause a mad day did to youalways had mad lovewell I always had mad love