Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
johan lenox
johan lenox
Vocals
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Performer
Kota the Friend
Kota the Friend
Performer
Frans Mernick
Frans Mernick
Drum Programming
Nate Donmoyer
Nate Donmoyer
Drum Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
johan lenox
johan lenox
String Arranger
Frans Mernick
Frans Mernick
Composer
Nate Donmoyer
Nate Donmoyer
Composer
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Composer
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
johan lenox
johan lenox
Vocal Producer
Frans Mernick
Frans Mernick
Producer
Nate Donmoyer
Nate Donmoyer
Mixing Engineer
Davide Cinci
Davide Cinci
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lido
Lido
Mixing Engineer

Letras

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"
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
Written by: Avery Marcel Joshua Jones, Frans Mernick, Nate Donmoyer, Raqhid Render, Stephen Feigenbaum, johan lenox
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