Lyricist : Dominic Fike/Kevin Abstract/Henry Kwapis/Jim-E Stack/Ryan Raines
Composer : Dominic Fike/Kevin Abstract
I met Janine at a gym sesh, her dad was a d**k
Their house was radioactive, but I slept in it
I said, "Damn, back then you used to be my right hand"
What happened?
She said, "Dad, you got old and then you ruined my plans"
That's what happened
He works on a production line, he's got lines on his face
He hasn't been around that long, he's just old for his age
And you remind me of him time to time, before he gained all that weight
He won't be around much longer, he's gettin' old for his age
I almost missed my first handjob, was ten minutes late
Our home team missed by a landslide, but I made out great
I mean, damn, much better than my right hand
But what happened? (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I said, "Wait, back then I thought you had some big plans"
But who crashed them?
She ain't get accepted where the teacher recommended (Uh-oh)
She still makin' coffee at the age of thirty-seven (Uh-oh)
I know it's a small town, but the mall now looks small now
I guess the lesson is never let your guard down
Banks put up the buildings and your parents build the fences
Please don't stay behind them in your mid-twenties
You way more special than what that neighborhood is givin'
You way more special, bitch, you way more special
The way it's goin', I'ma make a livin' shovelin' asphalt
But it's not my fault, it's my dad's fault, man
He works on a production line, he's got lines on his face
He hasn't been around that long, he's just old for his age
And you remind me of him time to time, before he gained all that weight
He won't be around much longer, he's gettin' old for his age
