Verse 1 Inside that old ride, we were just nineteen I had a couple blank shirts and some worn-out denim Tall trees, smoke rising up from the front seat You were on your way to the top of everything High notes, yeah you’re way too major for everything I wanna be a part of it, what you got going on Is it really as tragic as you say? I try to stay angry, but you wash it away 1998, kids in the California heat Drive-thrus, everything used to taste so sweet No room, trying to force myself into your life But you never arrived chorus Now you’re calling from a different area code Saying, "Baby, don’t you miss when it was t-shirt weather?"Smoking a cigarette and staring at the radio Knowing damn well we couldn’t keep it together. Verse 2 Yeah, heavy pockets, tryna fit these bands in my Amiri denim Custom pieces with the Chrome Hearts, king of the momentum Six figures coming in today, I just bought the venue Ghost riding in a new Cullinan, tore up the whole revenue Platinum plaques 'cause she plays too major for a basic lifestyle The fans want more, this girl wants cash, I feel my chest tightening up I tried my best to stay composed, but you won't even keep it real with me You weren't even on the field with me chorus Now you’re calling from a different area codeSaying, "Baby, don’t you miss when it was t-shirt weather?"Smoking a cigarette and staring at the radioKnowing damn well we couldn’t keep it together.
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