Cut class, get a couple 40s and a bus pass Shorty that adore me, I ain't good at making love last But I'm a running city and I'm trying to take you with me We can kick it in the park, share and last Being giddy, we don't ever want to go home Happiness a stone's throw, birds of a feather We don't gotta fly so low We was like the regulars at places that you don't go We never did associate with those who had no code Looking to a better dream, said we wanted everything Trying to wrap our minds around a vision we had never seen Americano pie, everybody trying to get a piece Wonder 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 I never was hung, I was sick of Thursday, yeah Throwback Thursday, when nobody was fucking on the first day We was still good to have a birthday, I miss that Throwback Thursday, Thursday, I had a dream that I'm back in 8th grade And walking on 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 dismiss it, no, I'm still in it Don't get it twisted, it's our condition I think it's shittin', I just don't want to wish it Acid's hittin' while I'm paying tickets And oh no, it's still such a lonely road One day we'll all be old, and then we'll die alone Throwback Thursday, when nobody was fucking on the first day We was still good to have a birthday, I miss that Throwback Thursday, Thursday First day I met you, you gave me head and a pursuit I swore I'd never hit a lick without you All I do is spend it, yeah, they cryin' about you Tryna control me like I'm locked in a room Yeah, I bet that they'll spend they money on my tunes I know they talkin' down on me, wish that I lose Big F on every whip, like I said, fuck you Ayy, well, this summer I got a little wig You ain't need big dawgs that bullet Big ass diamonds, bitch, you're coolin' Start a rollin' by me, bitch, you trollin' Throwback Thursday, remember when we still had easy money I even used to wanna wake up early Remember when I was young, I was sick of thirsty, yeah Throwback Thursday, when nobody was fucking on the first day We was still good to have a birthday, I miss that Throwback Thursday, Thursday