throwback thursday

[Intro: Johan Lenox]

Remember when we still had easy money?

I even used to wanna wake up early

And never was hungover, sick or thirsty

[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

[Chorus: Johan Lenox]

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 3: Lil Keed]

Thursday I met you (Thursday)

You gave me head and the pussy too

I swear I never hit a lick without you (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 they money on my tunes

I never talking down on me, wish not I lose (Wish not I lose)

Big F on every whip like it's saying, "Fuck you"

Hey, witness something I gotta live with

You ain't even a big dog, that's bullshit

Big ass diamond, bitch, I'm cooling

Start a rumor 'bout me, bitch, you trollin'

[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