Push it to the side, reminisce Bring back the older life You and I both know we miss I'm sorry, I'm sorry Take tolls on your body Another one down for the count I'm about to get out Baby you could have your party She don't want no Gucci or no Goyard So baby just come right to it And it's sold out everywhere I wonder where you be going now And I think that I should be rolling out And I wonder why I've been golden I haven't seen you Master of the prospects Maybe you should watch this How you gone get to another place So far away from me Demolition derby in my head It's a crash space Way better than my last place, yeah Push it to the side, reminisce Bring back the older life You and I both know we miss I'm sorry, I'm sorry Take tolls on your body Another one down for the count I'm about to get out Baby you could have your party Salty lips from the ocean I found a new type of luxury In the cut with your potion Don't plan to give half the glass to concrete I could pour one out for my dead homie But you gotta fuck around and give a run for my money You could get a run for your money Push it to the side, reminisce Bring back the older life You and I both know we miss I'm sorry, I'm sorry Take tolls on your body Another one down for the count I'm about to get out Baby you could have your party