Take Me Back - Specifics

Verse 1: Golden Boy

Spit it right I kick a cypher with a spliff

Dangling from my lips,

Gang of kids living different cycles, same

Mic

Slang contributed from many source, thanks

Gimme yours, if we hang again I’ll give it back to him

Even score settle back, war stories, yo if it’s black

Call the kettle that

Old glory, oh golly, tremble glass jello

Young crazy opposites

Hollywood drama playin in my thoughts watchin' us

Blur like mirage does

Stop the tape, put it on pause, gotta break

Them tabs off, most broads get erased fast

Odd, but I’m glad I could tape that

Little clique sippin shitmix straight out the

Liqs cabinet

Strange after taste, did magic, elixir

Goldilocks sittin on the dock of the bay, and French kissed her

Ever since then old flame went away

No sweat I never looked at that bench the same way

And weed spots were once just parking lots

Teeth gots braces floss, gold fleece was Jason and the argonauts

Ex-GFs in the future, used to be, a cute

Smile, eye contact

Should I step, holla back

Hi, let’s talk sometime soon super

I’m a buy myself wine coolers

Hook: Golden Boy

Yo what up, this is doo wop

Stick around for the end, pitchin moola

Tip a drop of the scotch, you might forget me

But in any event, you the dutchess

Verse 2: Golden Boy

Shit changes, people they switch, when it’s a hit make sequels

All that stay fixed is me so it repeats, those

Days of our lives is breezin' by, peeps die

Get rich, cheat on their wives

Marry ill bitch, pregnant with aliens

Evil twins, come back to life, clone babies into ladyfriends

Ovaries yo, but we leave the show

Mo frequently the most meet again

Only when the season ends

What a friend

They got what they needed from us, I guess we got what we needed from them

Crush come and go, walk clutchin hands as we stroll

Once it got rough, the tough get rollin and don’t

Look back stolen my heart, like a bucket of gold

Fuck it I’m Gold

I have mad luck and I’m stoked

Seems great just to be able to say I knew that dip

We sipped beers it’s been ages but I’m raisin a cheers, shit

Hook: Golden Boy

Yo what up, this is doo wop

Stick around for the end, pitchin moola

Tip a drop of the scotch, you might forget me

But in any event, you the dutchess

Yo what up, this is doo wop

Stick around for the end

Verse 3: Golden Boy

Then the same veneer lips make sick shapes and

Ain’t a lot changed, since I’ve been away dear

Just age, is just a digit yo I have faith, all you

Chicks that I cliqued with

Would want to wrap your legs around this dick

Life is just piss sprayin mirrors washin lipstick

Erasin' all the gossip and mischief

I got it in my brain, the Specifics

And ain’t lettin' this rearrange, even if it’s just not realistic

Wish it could take me back

That appleberry cider, the same we tapped

Yo the blue shit take me back like music

Many dames I knew, my life they passed through this

And she would take me back

That Zima, Alize and champagne we tapped

Yo the bud bong takes me back like love songs

Many dusks we just stayed up till sun dawned, one love y’all