Cut class, get a couple forties in the bus pack Shorty that adore me, I ain't good at making love last But I'm a running city and I'm tryna take you with me We can 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 But 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 tryna get a piece Wonder if you know how much you meant to me Thought back Thursday, remember when we still had easy money I even used to wanna wake up early But never was I where I was sick of thirsty, yeah Thought back Thursday, when nobody was fucking on the first date But it was still good to have a birthday, I miss that Thought back Thursday, Thursday I had a dream that I'm back in eighth grade And walking home past the sicko 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 Think it's shittin', I just start wishin' Ass is hittin' while I'm payin' tickets And oh, no, it's still such a lonely road One day we'll all be old, then we'll die old Thought back Thursday, when nobody was fucking on the first date But it was still good to have a birthday, I miss that Thought back Thursday, Thursday First day I met you You gave me head and a pretty suit I swore I'd never hit a lick without you All I do is spend it, yeah, they cryin' bout you Tryna control me like I'm locked in a room Yeah, I bet that damn spittin' like money on my toes I know you're suckin' down on me, wish that I lose Big F on every whip, like I said, fuck you Uh, well, this summer I got a little wet Nii, nii, big dog, that bullet Big ass dime, bitch, it's coolin' Start a war with Bobby, bitch, it's foolin' Thought back Thursday, remember when we still had easy money I even used to wanna wake up early Never was someone who's sick of thirsty, yeah Thought back Thursday, nobody was fuckin' thirsty But it was still good to have a birthday, I miss that Thought back Thursday, Thursday