throwback

[Verse 1: Pell]

I told her to drive over in her new whip

Bring some friend she cool with

I'm gone play this Yeezy like we did when life was easy

She say "I'm too high to move it”

But there's hella goose here

And plus I got that Weezy

We can 500 degrees it

This that throwback, throwback, throwback

This might be a throwback

She want ride like horses

She must think I'm bojack

Way it keeps on dropping, must want me to hold that

Started catching more than feelings but an L I can't afford that

[Pre-Chorus]

(This that)

Top down rolling with nowhere to go

Laid back, all the time in the world

Play that, when you need to feed your soul

Ahhhh

[Chorus]

This that, this that throwback, throwback, throwback

This might be a throwback

She want ride like horses

She must think I'm bojack

Way it keeps on dropping, must want me to hold that

Started catching more than feelings but an L I can't afford that

[Verse 2: Pell]

Showing that P-I-E

But you know ain't a damn thing sweet

And a cookie can't pay my lease

Give me clarity hd

And let it all fall like autumn leaves

I oughta be

Putting in work

But distractions they came with curves

Still taking that u-turn

As long as your heels swerve

9 inches outside the party you saw me and then this started

Georgia peach started moving dim all of the lights please

Not questioning where we headed this boat is already sailing

Avoiding intimidation, follow where vibes lead

[Pre-Chorus]

(This that)

Top down rolling with nowhere to go

Laid back, all the time in the world

Play that, when you need to feed your soul

Ahhhh

[Chorus]

This that throwback, throwback, throwback

This might be a throwback

She want ride like horses

She must think I'm bojack

Way it keeps on dropping, must want me to hold that

Started catching more than feelings but an L I can't afford that

[Verse 3: Saba]

Yeah yeah, ay, throwback

You left town, and drove back

To throwback, the low back, I seent you from the door like door mat

I sent you in the phone, you wrote back (I mean)

We could take it back like boom-bap

But the teachers, who in your old class

They keep asking you where your phone at

Took your motorola razr, with whole family on your Facebook

I’m in your top 3 on your Myspace, customizing how your page look

So I say pimp your page, and pimp your age

But this shit dangerous, i’m playing this

OJ in retro J’s I’m in throwback like retrograde

Chorus (x2)

This that throwback, throwback, throwback

This might be a throwback

She want ride like horses

She must think I'm bojack

Way it keeps on dropping, must want me to hold that

Started catching more than feelings but an L I can't afford that