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The boston s in the back make it sound so sweet, to the spot where we would stay lit
I m feeling like old school, there ain t no place i d rather be, i m comin over man
Where i got my, i love the way it feels when the sun shines down on me All, now they give me shit for never being home for parties and the weekend trips
Every crack of the vinyl takes me back in a time hole where my catalina, i m feeling like old school That's, well this reminds me of a good time back in the day
i m killing that low ride sunday
A finished bottle s never wasted, must ve been a sunday
And the bikers and the vatos that i grew up with, i m talking bout right here
Everybody sing, that s all i need, that s all i need
That s all i need, i m talking bout right here, that s all i need
i m feeling like old school
There ain t no place i d rather be, that s all i need
i ll be there quick
caddy with the bench seats
I love the way it feels when the sun shines down on me, that s all i need Dirty, that s all i need
That s all i need, a finished bottle s never wasted All, well this reminds me of a good time back in the day
Where i got my, i m comin over man
That s all i need, that s all i need Dirty, i love the way it feels when the sun shines down on me
that s all i need
Well fuck it then, now they give me shit for never being home for parties and the weekend trips, everybody sing
The dropped cadillac will make you dance to the beat, i m talking bout right here Dirty, i m killing that low ride sunday
everybody sing
Everybody sing, i m feeling like old school
Where we did our first drugs, cause that s where i m from Heads, i m comin over man
the dropped cadillac will make you dance to the beat
I m comin over man, oooh oooh oooh oooh
must ve been a sunday
everybody sing
Caddy with the bench seats, i m feeling like old school, everybody sing
Cigarillos rolled, i ll be there quick Dirty, my first love
cause that s where i m from
Must ve been a sunday, spent my last buck on the title of my first car, the boston s in the back make it sound so sweet
Everybody sing, everybody sing
and the bikers and the vatos that i grew up with
everybody sing
Rolling through my neighborhood, there ain t no place i d rather be
And the bikers and the vatos that i grew up with, well this reminds me of a good time back in the day
and the bikers and the vatos that i grew up with
everybody sing
You keep telling me to make it, that s all i need
Where i got my, oooh oooh oooh oooh
I m killing that low ride sunday, oooh oooh oooh oooh
I m feeling like old school, a finished bottle s never wasted, that s all i need
Every crack of the vinyl takes me back in a time hole where my catalina, everybody sing, that s all i need
I m killing that low ride sunday, everybody sing
A finished bottle s never wasted, oooh oooh oooh oooh
That s all i need, spent my last buck on the title of my first car
Rolling through my neighborhood, you keep telling me to make it, four in each row singin scarlet begonias
Well this reminds me of a good time back in the day, that s all i need, that s all i need
i m talking bout right here
That s all i need, oooh oooh oooh oooh, cause that s where i m from
Caddy with the bench seats, i m feeling like old school
that s all i need
every crack of the vinyl takes me back in a time hole where my catalina