Titan - Seth Sentry

Way way way back, way way way back

Way way way back, way way way back

I can’t remember my pet’s name, I think I drank too much lead paint

When I was a kid I had secret compartments inside of my bed frame

I used to hide all my weed in it, I bought it all with my best mate

All that I wanted was just to be left with my Straight Outta Compton cassette

tape

And I am still yelling out, «Fuck the police»

But also I’m calling the cops when my neighbours have parties 'cause they are

not me

So please keep it down, it’s a Wednesday, and please tell your son to stop

crying

I know it’s his birthday, but he should have sent cake, I’m as petty

As I was in 10th grade

Now I got no hair but I’m hair brain, I only vape when it’s bear mace

I dress so bummy that I bought a coffee and somebody drop me some spare change

But now everything has gone pear-shaped, yeah, now it’s all over the airways

Yeah, now it’s all over, the end days, I am not paranoid, I’m not a head case

I’m in my shed putting spikes on the rims of my car for the upcoming death race

You best to spectate, please do not get in my way, you just stay in that left

lane

I push the pedal, it sound like a jet plane, I hit your rental as hard as my

pen game

Yeah, we can settle as soon as I’ve said «Dave,"Jeff? James? Still can’t

remember my pet’s name

Jessica Chastain

Way way way back, way way way back

Seems like, yeah, way way way back

Way way way back, way way way back

Trouble like it’s all I know, trouble look it’s all I know

Now I’m in the store like whoa, now I’m in the store like whoa

Trouble like it’s all I know, trouble look it’s all I know

Now I’m in the store like whoa, now I’m in the store like whoa

Stay way way way the fuck back, where your gloves at?

I just

Want snacks

Keep your mask on, I don’t want chat, fill the bag up, here’s a fun fact

I’ma be rich when I’m older, I got the gauc

And the dip and the salsa, I got a chip on my shoulder, all of this

Talkin'

Of money does nothing for me it, just gives me an ulcer, I’d rather act like

the sheriff

And walk around town with my dick in a holster, hey, shout out to all of

My homies all day going going hard at the skate park and all of the

Rappers are home

Getting high but still flying right under the radar, doing what

They want

Wax on the ledges or legends on wax, the higher the level the better the stats

Well shit, I been mullin' it over like Rodney, I’m still making songs

In my Daewons

Titan, way way way back

Way way way back, way way way back

Seems like, yeah, way way way back

Way way way back, way way way back