[Verse 1: Ryan Beatty]
I held you higher, than anyone
I spent my good days staring at the sun
We won't count New Years after what we've done
I'm kissin' exes acting like I'm dumb
We're in the backseat, tooth-stick on my lap
To Pena Canyon to Hollywood, and back
Breakdance in the sand, watchin' waves crash
Twenty-one, Twenty-two, clap-clap
[Chorus: Ryan Beatty]
I know you're crying tonight
Memories run deep in your mind
Pick a fight, taking flights, do what's right
For once in your life
Ooh
For once in your life
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
So many dreams of me in a black Cadillac rollin' down, MLK, bumpin' music from my past
When it hurt the most that's what bring my family back
In line with each other thinkin' 'bout what we had
Thеy say into wish your own vaycay
Watch me fuck this money up like Kosha did Ray J
And God damn, I can't liе, I miss my bro's name
I miss getting in trouble spending money wit' him
First time we got paid, we hit Balenciaga
'Round same, tell the landlord, we can't be bothered
Them whiteboys and white bitches used to fuck around with us
We was hangin' 'round with hamsters getting bottle-rocket-shots
Shot, shot, shots, double Voca' on the rock, they make these down the block
We was singin' Pop, before Billy was hot, when the milly was a lot
Thought I was high as before they was those nights
I held you higher, than anyone
I spent my good days staring at the sun
We won't count New Years after what we've done
I'm kissin' exes acting like I'm dumb
We're in the backseat, tooth-stick on my lap
To Pena Canyon to Hollywood, and back
Breakdance in the sand, watchin' waves crash
Twenty-one, Twenty-two, clap-clap
[Chorus: Ryan Beatty]
I know you're crying tonight
Memories run deep in your mind
Pick a fight, taking flights, do what's right
For once in your life
Ooh
For once in your life
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
So many dreams of me in a black Cadillac rollin' down, MLK, bumpin' music from my past
When it hurt the most that's what bring my family back
In line with each other thinkin' 'bout what we had
Thеy say into wish your own vaycay
Watch me fuck this money up like Kosha did Ray J
And God damn, I can't liе, I miss my bro's name
I miss getting in trouble spending money wit' him
First time we got paid, we hit Balenciaga
'Round same, tell the landlord, we can't be bothered
Them whiteboys and white bitches used to fuck around with us
We was hangin' 'round with hamsters getting bottle-rocket-shots
Shot, shot, shots, double Voca' on the rock, they make these down the block
We was singin' Pop, before Billy was hot, when the milly was a lot
Thought I was high as before they was those nights
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