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
(x2)

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
(x2)
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