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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 SongtexteI 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" Hey, when did someone got a little wit? You ain't even big dog, that's bullshit Big ass diamond, bitch, I'm cooling Start whining 'bout me, bitch, I'm tollin' 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 Aus Songtexte Mania