| Let me take it back to the days
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| When the youngin didn’t know what love songs meant
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| Let me take it back right back to the days
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| Where the youngin still yelled out, «Fuck that shit»
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| My best track had 2 likes, ten plays
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| And I didn’t give a fuck, it was aye okay
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| Arizona Ice Tea
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| Chilling on the front porch
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| Thinking about dropping out
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| Grades down, done for
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| Grounded for another day
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| Still had my phone
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| It’s that middle school G shit
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| Young Al Capone
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| When I picked up a pad and a pencil in my home room
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| Worksheets aside 'cause that school work’s old news
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| Hit me like a freight train
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| Rap’s what I’m gonna do
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| Decided I was apt to get the green like Whole Foods
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| Dropped a few tracks for the net; |
| wackness
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| Only one thing to do next; |
| practice
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| Free time could be time to design a tracklist
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| While classmates were studying;
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| I was just rapping
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| It was 'round the same time, Skelethon dropped
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| And I was first introduced to Aesop Rock, soon
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| After found atmosphere, idea, and blue
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| Searching foreign, writing music is all I can do
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| When the youngin didn’t know what love songs meant
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| Let me take it back right back to the days
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| Where the youngin still yelled out, «Fuck that shit»
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| My best track had 2 likes, ten plays
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| And I didn’t give a fuck, it was aye okay
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| And I’m bossing now
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| Came up to homie Sean, Don, and Brown
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| Arms out the window
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| Bossing up with the squadron
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| I can’t remember days before hits in the apartments
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| I was chilling super stupid in Hans class, rapping
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| My Aki shaggy had a baggy with a dollar not the xannies
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| Dreams of grabbin' panties and pamperin' all my family members
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| With art until I gave them my heart
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| And sparked up a conversation with Shayton
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| And he was mad as fuck
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| I wasn’t shit, and now you can add it up
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| 'Cause they was hating that I focused on my rhyming and my flowin'
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| Now I’m on the road to rovers whippin buckets like i stole it
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| I told you motherfuckers
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| High-school niggas look in side-eye
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| 'Cause now, I’m spreading peace like a tye-dye
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| I made Chivalry, OMC, Swim, and Symmetry
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| Now I got the time to be the traveler I meant to be
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| --When the youngin didn’t know what love songs meant
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| Let me take it back right back to the days
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| Where the youngin still yelled out, «Fuck that shit»
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| My best track had 2 likes, ten plays
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| And I didn’t give a fuck, it was aye okay
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| When the youngin didn’t know what love songs meant
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| Let me take it back right back to the days
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| Let me take it back to the days
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| Where the youngin still yelled out, «Fuck that shit»
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| My best track had 2 likes, ten plays
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| And I didn’t give a fuck, it was aye okay
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| Thanks for all the support and stuff. |
| I really appreciate it |