Produced by @horoshavibes
Additional guitars by @sainttomorrow

LYRICS
Still fit into my varsity jacket
Class of 68’
But I don’t fit in in this place
Two kids on their bikes
Yell as they pass by
Hey man get the hell out of our way
I guess that some things never change

Always felt out of place but I’m
Outstretched
Hands across state lines
Can’t seem to recognize
My glory days
Until they pass me by

And when I’m weak
It’s you I wanna lean on
Remembering all the times I did you wrong
Thought you were right for me
Thought you were family
You were the only one 
To understand me
And now you’re gone

So it seems
That I’ll never get to tell you how much
The time we spent
Really meant to me

Faded memories
Brushed across these streets like fallen leaves
So silver screen
Like some cliché played out movie scene

I'm still standing on your front lawn

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Class of '68 (Prod. Horosha)

Hi, I’m Cabby
@55depths
@bleedteam
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LLJ 4EVER

Carlby is an alternative pop artist from the Midwest. Working alongside producer, @horoshavibes, his music is a blend of pop, emo rock and hip-hop.

Contact - carlbymusic.com/contact