It was like junior year
I was moving state to state I
Didn′t have class on Thursday on Friday
Might catch a flight for the weekend
Just like that im back in the mix
8AM on Monday
You feel the shift
You feel the shift
You feel the shift,You feel the shift
You feel the shift
Feel the shift, feel the shift
Feel the shift, feel the shift
I was on this one trip
Caught my eye up on this one b#tch
Excuse my French
Cuz I aint really mean to say b#tch
Shorty was really really fire tho
Shorty was really really fire tho
Type fuego, like super elite
I think it was somewhere near
November but prob more October
Pumpkin Patch n Spook Season
Fright nights n hayrides
Scary nights when we ride
I didn’t have class on Thursday on Friday
Might catch a flight for the weekend
Just like that Im back in the mix
8AM on Monday
You feel the shift,You feel the shift
You feel the shift, feel the shift
Feel the shift
I was in your Venus and You took me up to Mars
Back up in the mix and now Im seeing different stars
Im seeing different stars, riding foreign cars
Pull up to The Good Time down on Collins
Said What′s up to Saint Jhn
Smoking palm tree
You know Pharell shiit
Shoutout Dave Grutman
Seeing pink and green aesthetically pleasing
You already know the vybes
It was like junior year
I was moving state to state
I didn’t have class on Thursday on Friday
Might catch a flight for the weekend
Just like that im back in the mix
8AM on Monday
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AngieOnMars Lyrics – Junior Year