throwback thursday

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 with 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

throwback thursday

remember when we still had easy money?

i even used to want to wake up early

and never was hungover

sick or thirsty

throwback thursday

nobody was fucking on the first date

it was still good to have a birthday

i miss that

throwback thursday

thursday

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

it's still such a lonely road

one day we'll all be old

then we'll die alone

throwback thursday

nobody was fucking on the first date

it was still good to have a birthday

i miss that

throwback thursday

thursday

thursday i met you

you gave me head and the puss too

i swear i never hit a lick without you

all i do is spend it

yeah

they crying 'bout you

tryna control me like i'm locked in the room

yeah

i bet that they'll spend their money on my tunes

i never talking down on me

wish not i lose

big l for everyone like i'm saying

fuck you"