Darci - Throwback (Official)

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Lyrics:
Broken phone sitting on your dresser
Long nights that we made a mess off
Acting like we didn’t feel the pressure
Screaming at the walls, let it echo

And those eyes, hitting like the throwback songs that you play
Crossing those wires like you crossing my fade
Spinning those tires, never pressing my brakes
Wide awake tired, like it’s really ok

I can hear the voice in my head like a spam call
Try to go to war with the feeling, couldn’t stand off
Thin ice we been left to stand on
Saw you understand, know they can’t understand us
Working all night, sleeping in, ran the bands up
Really been the boss for a minute, Tony danza
I remember days we were cooking left the pan hot
Couple bullets that we can’t dodge

And those eyes, hitting like the throwback songs that you play
Crossing those wires like you crossing my fade
Spinning those tires, never pressing my brakes
Wide awake tired, like it’s too high
Hitting like the throwback songs that you like
Crossing those wires like you’re crossing my mind
Wide awake tired never really all right, but it’s, it’s all right

I can hear the voice in my head like the last call
Waking up fade up with you, took the mask off
Try to run away from the truth, play the sad songs
Hit highway in the coup, bouta crash out
Working all night, sleeping in, ran the bands up
Really been the boss for a minute, Tony danza
I remember days we were cooking left the pan hot
Couple bullets that we can’t dodge

And those eyes, hitting like the throwback songs that you play
Crossing those wires like you crossing my fade
Spinning those tires, never pressing my brakes
Wide awake tired, like it’s too high
Hitting like the throwback songs that you like
Crossing those wires like you’re crossing my mind
Wide awake tired never really all right, but it’s, it’s all right