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Birthday
Pop
Birthday was released on December 26, 2024 by A.B.1.2. Records as a part of the album Alive
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AlbumAlive
Release DateDecember 26, 2024
LabelA.B.1.2. Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A.B.1.2.
A.B.1.2.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Barrera
Aaron Barrera
Songwriter

Lyrics

Wait, hold up, hold up
I woke up this morning feeling a little bit different
You know what day it is today?
Well, here, let me fill you in
It’s my mothafuckin’ birthday
Don’t give a fuck about your day
If it falls on a Thursday
Then I’m showin’ up to work late
Yeah, I’m showing up to your place
So all my friends can ice me
I do whatever I say
‘Cuz it’s my mothafuckin’ birthday
I turn 21, bust out the rum
Show off the bum, time to go dumb
Pour up the sunrise, look at my drunk eyes
We turning up right, this a fun night
Does it look like I am married?
Just tryna keep putting vodka in my cranberry
Don’t need a fake, but I lost my card
She’s busy dancing on top of the bars
I lost my friends, but really, who cares?
We taking birthday shots right over here
I dropped my phone, cracked my whole screen
But this already looks blurry to me
Going through my my-ho phase
Those were my old ways
I’m sorry if you see 18-year-old me
That’s how I role-play
I sell my soul, ayy
To the fireball and vodka that controls me
It’s my mothafuckin’ birthday
Don’t give a fuck about your day
If it falls on a Thursday
Then I’m showin’ up to work late
Yeah, I’m showing up to your place
So all my friends can ice me
I do whatever I say
‘Cuz it’s my mothafuckin’ birthday
I’m now 22, need more shit to do
Went the last year making bank in my room
And I’m ‘bout to graduate soon
So tonight I’m going to the mothafuckin’ moon
Pre-game at my place at nine
Beer pong, king’s cup, ring of fire
Oh my God, it’s already ten
Call the Uber, it’s coming
In like 3 minutes, oh God, my drink isn’t finished
Chug that shit quickly in the car
Where the hell is where we are?
(We’re here) Holy shit, I’m so fuckin’ lit
20-dollar cover, and now I’m goin’ in with
30 other mains and 40 other sides
50 drunk texts with 60 drunk replies
Closed out my tab with 87 lines
But I feel 100, so fuck my bank tonight ‘cuz…
It’s my mothafuckin’ birthday
Don’t give a fuck about your day
If it falls on a Thursday
Then I’m showin’ up to work late
Yeah, I’m showing up to your place
So all my friends can ice me
I do whatever I say
‘Cuz it’s my mothafuckin’ birthday
I turned 23, whiskey for me
I turned 24, my liver is sore
I turned 25, how am I alive?
I turned 26, thirsty for tits
I turned 27, bitch, I’m still reppin’
I turned 28, still got no date
I turned 29, my life is fine
‘Cuz I’ll be 30 celebrating my…
My mothafuckin’ birthday
Don’t give a fuck about your day
I do whatever I say
‘Cuz it’s my mothafuckin’ birthday
And if it falls on a Thursday
Then I’m showing up to work late
I do whatever I say
‘Cuz it’s my mothafuckin’ birthday
Written by: Aaron Barrera
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