Aight, pitch-black Chevy antique, I was seventeen
I ain't have nothing but some tees and a pair of jeans
Pine trees, but it smell like weed in the front seat
You was en route to bein' famous and everything
White keys 'cause she's way too major for everything
I wanna be a part of it, what you got goin' on
Isn't as sad as you make it out to be
I wanna be mad, but you take it out on me
1995, teens in the Florida breeze
Ice cream, she was so sweet before everything
Tight squeeze, tryna fit me in your everyday
But you never came

The world is movin', we were never meant to stay
But I was workin' on the world
I guess I thought that if I gave you what I had
I guess I thought that it would work

I never knew (oh)
It was because of you (oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh)
I never knew (oh, oh, oh, ooh)
Oh, I guess I never— (woah)

Aight, rich ass, tryna fit my Gs in these Prada jeans
Mismatchin' with my Célines, king of everything
Fifth stack comin' in this week, I bought everything
Dispatchin' with all the G's, pulled up, wrecked the scene
White keys 'cause she's way too major for everything
Kids want distance, somewhat, then I feel my heart inside my back
I made a point to be intact and you don't even keep it wholesome with me
You were singin' no songs with me

The world is movin', we were never meant to stay
But I was workin' on the world
I guess I thought that if I gave you what I had
I guess I thought that it would work

I never knew (oh)
It was because of you (oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh)
I never knew (oh, oh, oh, ooh)
Oh, I guess I never— (woah)