Yeah, every crack in the vinyl
To where my Catalina idled
Spent my last buck on the title
Of my first car, my first love
Where we did our first drugs
And the bikers and the vatos that I grew up with
Try to steal up my zapatos
Now they give me shit for never being home
For parties and the weekend trips
You keep telling me to make it, yeah
To the spot where we would stay lit
Unfinished bottle's never wasted, yeah
'Cause that's where I'm from
I'm feeling like old school, mixtape
I'm killing that low ride Sunday
Everybody sing, "oooh oooh oooh oooh"
There ain't no place I'd rather be
I'm talking bout right here, right now
Well this reminds me of a good time back in the day
Rolling through my neighborhood
Pulling these rows singin' Scarlet Begonias
The boxes in the back will make it sound so sweet
The dropped cadillac will make it bounce to the beat
I love the way it feels when the sun shines down on me
I'm feeling like old school, mixtape
I'm killing that low ride Sunday
Everybody sing, "oooh oooh oooh oooh"
There ain't no place I'd rather be
I'm talking bout right here, right now
You keep telling me to make it, yeah
To the spot where we would stay lit
Unfinished bottle's never wasted, yeah
'Cause that's where I'm from
I'm feeling like old school, mixtape
I'm killing that low ride Sunday
Everybody sing, "oooh oooh oooh oooh"
There ain't no place I'd rather be
I'm talking bout right here, right now
I'm feeling like old school, mixtape
I'm killing that low ride Sunday
Everybody sing, "oooh oooh oooh oooh"
There ain't no place I'd rather be
I'm talking bout right here, right now
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