[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Cut class, get a couple .40s and a bus pass
Shorty that adore me, I ain't good at making love last
But I'ma run the city and I'm trying to take you wit' me
We could kick it in the park, sharing laughs, being giddy
We don't ever wanna go home, happiness a stone's throw
Birds of a feather, we don't gotta fly solo
We was like the regulars at places that you don't go
We never did associate with those who had no code
Look into a better dream, said we wanted everything
Tryna wrap our minds around a vision we had never seen
Americano pie, everybody trying to get a piece
Wondering if you know how much you meant to me
[Chorus: Johan Lenox]
Throwback Thursday
Remember when we still had easy money?
I even used to wanna wake up early
And never was hungover, sick or thirsty, yeah
Throwback Thursday
Nobody was fucking on the first date
But it was still good to have a birthday
I miss that
Throwback Thursday, Thursday
[Verse 2: Johan Lenox]
I had a dream that I'm back in eighth grade
And walking home past the Citgo station
I'm eating Sweet-tarts, I had a sweetheart
I had the gang, we went to the theme park
I don't just miss it, no, I'm still in it
Don't get it twisted, it's a condition
I think of shit and I just start wishing
The acid's hitting while I'm paying tickets and
Oh no, oh no, it's still such a lonely road
One day we'll all be old
Then we'll die alone
Cut class, get a couple .40s and a bus pass
Shorty that adore me, I ain't good at making love last
But I'ma run the city and I'm trying to take you wit' me
We could kick it in the park, sharing laughs, being giddy
We don't ever wanna go home, happiness a stone's throw
Birds of a feather, we don't gotta fly solo
We was like the regulars at places that you don't go
We never did associate with those who had no code
Look into a better dream, said we wanted everything
Tryna wrap our minds around a vision we had never seen
Americano pie, everybody trying to get a piece
Wondering if you know how much you meant to me
[Chorus: Johan Lenox]
Throwback Thursday
Remember when we still had easy money?
I even used to wanna wake up early
And never was hungover, sick or thirsty, yeah
Throwback Thursday
Nobody was fucking on the first date
But it was still good to have a birthday
I miss that
Throwback Thursday, Thursday
[Verse 2: Johan Lenox]
I had a dream that I'm back in eighth grade
And walking home past the Citgo station
I'm eating Sweet-tarts, I had a sweetheart
I had the gang, we went to the theme park
I don't just miss it, no, I'm still in it
Don't get it twisted, it's a condition
I think of shit and I just start wishing
The acid's hitting while I'm paying tickets and
Oh no, oh no, it's still such a lonely road
One day we'll all be old
Then we'll die alone
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