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(Runnin', runnin' back, runnin' back to nostalgia) (Runnin', runnin' back, runnin' back) Last night I had a dream Shit was crazy vivid like a memory Rollin' up the covers of a magazine Smokin' in your parents' whip with salmon seats Lit like we were 17 Green Day on the radio, drivin' with nowhere to go Friday watchin' Friday, had it my way, I would never grow up We were young and we were dumb and in love (Young, dumb, and in love) Yeah, yeah, yeah, makin' out in the livin' room Yeah, yeah, yeah, sneakin' out never difficult Cold outside, skinny dippin' in a swimmin' pool Life's so wild, been a while Since I put my fuckin' phone down and slowed down I don't wanna be alone now, not now Wanna run, wanna run, run it back, the nostalgia, yeah Let me put my fuckin' phone down and slow it down I don't wanna be alone now, not now Wanna run, wanna run, run it back to nostalgia I miss bein' broke, I miss that vanilla in my Coke Colors in my head, I get philosophic when I smoke I should probably hit this party, get it poppin' 'cause I don't Do this often like I used to back when Luda had a 'fro (Yeah, yeah, yeah) makin' out in the livin' room (Yeah, yeah, yeah) sneakin' out never difficult Cold outside, skinny dippin' in a swimmin' pool Life's so wild, been a while Since I put my fuckin' phone down and slowed down I don't wanna be alone now, not now Wanna run, wanna run, run it back, the nostalgia, yeah Let me put my fuckin' phone down and slow it down I don't wanna be alone now, not now Wanna run, wanna run, run it back to nostalgia (Run it, run it back, run it back to nostalgia) (Run it, run it back, run it back, back, back) Wanna run, wanna run, run it back to nostalgia (Run it back, back, back, back) (Run it, run it back, run it back to nostalgia) (Run it, run it back, run it back) (Wanna run, wanna run, run it back to nostalgia)
Writer(s): Luis Federico Vindver Arosa, Ale Alberti, Gino Borri, Jason Cornet, Bryce Christopher Ross Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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