Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Me Back, artist - Specifics. Album song Lonely City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lp
Song language: English
Take Me Back |
| 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 |