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-хоп
Date 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 |