| Maybe I do fall into the same footsteps as pops
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| Turned the hands of the clock back
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| To Lakewood Street now, that’s where he would be found
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| 30 years ago
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| Let’s take a journey, here we go
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| To Suitland, Maryland. |
| That’s where the Willingham’s stay
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| That’s my fathers last name,
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| He pretty much looks the same
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| Back in the days he was 16 & doing his thing
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| Construction, making money with his hands. |
| That’s my dad
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| He kept a lil ride, sumthin nice to drive slow in
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| Playing «Mind Blowing», 8track stereo and
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| Him and moms went to Suitland High, she was superfly
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| Plus his sister’s best friend so, they began to get close
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| I found a picture from the year before I was born, corner half torn.
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| Mom & pops hands joined
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| Eye to eye, why do I. Not remember all that
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| And I closed my eyes, and thru dreams I go back there. |
| Yeahh
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| Hook
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| Hey, come on. |
| Ride with me, and take a trip, thru the time machine
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| Years away, away from today
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| I’m traveling back, to how I became
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| And going way back, to back in the days
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| Of when we used to speak, but now the times have changed
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| Hey come on, ride with me now, thru the time machine.
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| 2nd Verse
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| I found another picture too
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| From the year 1980, I was goin on two.
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| It was me, my aunt Toya, alotta joy around christmas
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| Opening my gifts & the colors slowly drifting away
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| Fading, just like a memory from a while back
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| Looking siced in the picture, got some toys and a cowboy hat
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| Neppy’s house was off of Porter Ave
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| I couldn’t touch less it was mine, see I was taught to ask
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| Or moms would whoop my *ss, respect, gonna need that. |
| Believe that
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| She dropped the bottomline, leaving no room for feedback
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| And u could see that in them other pictures too
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| When I was a little dude
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| Me & moms would hit the zoo up
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| Before the yU, it was Mikey/ Mike Jr.
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| The world is a labyrinth, so don’t let it lose ya
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| If the sun was outside, you don’t need no flash
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| Perfect lighting for this flick, that was taken in the past, let’s goooo.
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| (Repeat Hook 2x)
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| 3rd Verse
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| The last picture I hold, goes for all of those who never seen their folks when
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| they were close
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| Those days are long gone, but I am the result
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| Of a bond that wasn’t solid, so they drifted apart
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| Moms thing was her art, and pops was good with his hands
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| Innate traits I had to take from the blend that yall had, daaag.
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| Lookin at these pictures makes me wonder what if.
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| But if anything had changed my destiny might switch too
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| My daughter is that proof, time done passed by
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| Some people that u see, it could be for the last time
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| Flipping, thru a dusty, brown leather photo album
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| Showing my daughter pictures from back when I was young
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| I’m trading places with my pops in the drivers seat
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| Her eyes are wide, their reminding me of me
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| So add another branch, to my family tree
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| Just roll wit me, lemme take u thru the time machine.
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| (Hook Repeats 2x) |