Lyrics Back - B00sted

Back

Back, back, back, back, back to those days
I was running, running, running, running, running in one place
Had to set a, set a, set a, set a, set a, set a pace
Feel like I been, I been, I been, I been, running in one place yeah
I been feeling pretty good
I been feeling great
I been feeling how I should
How I really should
Been growing up way too fast like where is my childhood?
Lyrics legendary like I am Robinhood
Flow is flowing good like I am some driftwood
Doing things I said I can’t when others said I could
Showing up to class, studying I try to make good
I am from the west, but I’m not talking Clint Eastwood, yeah
I was thinking bout these times
2 am in my room, creating music with some rhymes
I was feeling divine
Third place took a lot to reach the finish line
But now I’m here
Longbeard Shakespeare
Try to talk one on one
But motherfuckers always interfere
NASA watching down looking at the fucking atmosphere
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci they be profiteers
He’s white and he’s speaking fast is he an auctioneer?
But I get, I get
That feeling the beat
The motherfucker want to murder the beat
But I get, I get
I spend it non-credit
I get it from Reddit, I read it from Reddit
I get it repetitive
Feeling definitive
Look at my wins again, want to start shit again?
Really wanna start shit again?
Really wanna start shit again?
Run it back, to all of those days
In your bedroom, recruiting for FaZe
Eating some chips, they were always Lay’s
Fantasizing bout buying some J’s
But you got no money to pay
Ask mom she says its just a phase
You sat in daze
Eating donuts, they were always glazed, shit
Shoes fresh like an apple off a tree
Red ones costed me like 15k rupees
Dark gloomy days need some vitamin C
Took a long time to get back into this reality
Back, back, back, back, back to those days
I was running, running, running, running, running in one place
Had to set a, set a, set a, set a, set a, set a pace
Feel like I been, I been, I been, I been, running in one place
Yeah, one place and now I’m falling from grace
Please don’t trip, watch your step, you better tie your shoelace
Look at the ground, 90-degree angle, human race
Trying to get some real talk from you, but, poker face
Like what are you trying to do, yeah
Fit in and step in their shoes, yeah
But how is that working for you, yeah
Apply but get no interview, yeah
Now you’re almost twenty-two, yeah
Taking in no revenue, yeah
That’s the sneak preview, yeah
Of the life you be living
No cooking, no kitchen
Young 16 from Mission
Flow now I am switching
Ambition that’s given
Pushing like a piston
Cold I need a mitten
Ice cold it is itching
Fried like its some chicken
Give dishes, I’m ditching
I made a decision
Do you see the vision?
Back to those days where songs were actually written by the artist
Now they are artless, shit
Back, back, back, back, back to those days
I was running, running, running, running, running in one place
Had to set a, set a, set a, set a, set a, set a pace
Feel like I been, I been, I been, I been, running in one place