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Darci - Throwback (Official)

Don't forget to subscribe for updates first 🖤 Produced by Rance Riley Annimations by LAbarbed NEW Merch: https://darcistore.shop/ Out now everywhere: https://stem.ffm.to/throwback Keep Up https://www.instagram.com/darksidedar...   / darci   https://x.com/DarksideDarci   / darksidedarci     / darksidedarci   https://open.spotify.com/artist/1lAvO... — ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— 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