Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WaY BaCK, artist - CantrellDate of issue: 21.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WaY BaCK |
| I come down and I swerve, yeah |
| I come down, feel like Earl Price |
| Rising up like my serve, nice |
| I go down, change my girl life |
| Can’t no fame make my wrongs rights |
| Humble pie by the slice |
| No APC, boy, this faded glory, this the Ford Taurus |
| This the Acura sittin' on eighteens, I’ma say they twenties |
| Where they dare a nigga come and take it from 'em |
| If you feeling froggy |
| I was leap-years ahead of anything that could’ve took me under |
| Where we went, I’m convinced, you ain’t been late on rent from paying dues |
| Prime time, on my shit, let me vent, wake 'em up, never snooze |
| Out of sight, out of mind, homicides, pray you never make the news |
| Pray we making better moves, tell 'em somethin' they never knew |
| Take 'em way back, way back |
| Know I’m talkin' 'bout way back, way back |
| Lil' Steve with the wave cap or the braids back |
| Know I’m talkin' 'bout way back, way back |
| (Ah naw, man, look) |
| Way back before the deal, way back before the shine |
| Way back before the glow, way back before the climb |
| Way back before the moves, way back before the ride |
| Way back (Way back), way back (Way back), way back |
| Obstacles are optical illusions, they ain’t really there |
| But jump high anyway, jump high just in case |
| I’m Deion making plays, fuck the code, we crack the safe |
| If it ain’t there, make a way |
| Southern bred, no roll Tide, making waves |
| My dues I paid, I bring the flames |
| I run the maze and come out clean |
| You don’t know the half I’ve seen |
| They hopped the pot and came out cream |
| Mama worked the wrist to serve the fiends |
| Family business, I flipped the kitchen to a |
| Place to give my deepest feelings to 'em |
| If you ain’t with it, you gettin' evicted, nigga |
| Brick by brick, I built this building, nigga |
| They can’t act like they don’t hear me now |
| I break the mold they probably fear me, huh? |
| Break the bread, we toast to winning |
| Don’t you sip the blood if you ain’t really with it, boy |
| Ain’t nothin' changed, still got a hundred dreams to my name |
| Still got battle wounds from my pain |
| Still tryin' to find my way through this thing |
| Takin' y’all way back, way back |
| Know I’m talkin' 'bout way back, way back |
| Lil' Steve with the wave cap or the braids back |
| Know I’m talkin' 'bout way back, way back |
| (Ah naw, man, look) |
| Way back before the deal, way back before the shine |
| Way back before the glow, way back before the climb |
| Way back before the moves, way back before the ride |
| Way back (Way back), way back (Way back), way back |
| What up, boy? |
| It’s your Uncle Mike |
| Your mama told me about your little situation |
| I’m sorry things couldn’t work out between you and whatchamacallit, but hey |
| It’s plenty more out there, man, you’ll find the one for you |
| Until then, keep your head up, have some fun |
| And don’t be silly, man, wrap your willy |
| Alright, call me back |