Throwback Love

Verse 1:
My love’s like a ‘70s flick
Throwback for the ebony chicks
Foxy, Pam Grier with the heavenly hips
And by God she is definitely thick
Watch me, get vintage when the lights out go
Dust off the vinyl and tell me what you know ‘bout
MFSB NLSG sm es'ed me, NLSC
If you can get with the analog
It’s like touch-screens they’ll be a lot of hands involved
When you touch me you know that all bets are off
You know the rules and the lines you should never cross
See I’m a throwback especially how I throw back
Go back home with a whole lot of Kodaks
Just tryna preserve the memories
When you look back remember me and you see

(*talk-boxing*)

Verse 2:
My love’s like a ‘80s flick
I loved Vanity, damn Prince made me sick
I coulda been Bruce Leroy
Standing in my b-boy stance
But I guess glittery pants was a decoy
Tryna hit on a sis with a gold rope
But no hope for slow pokes, I’m so broke
But you can come to my spot and rock Tone Lōc
Or we can go to your house and try grown folk
You need to take those Filas off
As I rub on your feet how soft
Lovely, I feel the vibe and you need not talk
Them other guys not me at all
Trust me, I’m a throwback, I go back to tape decks
Eight-tracks and ADATs ok yes
I’m lost and you know that much
But I come back for that throwback love
So throw that, love

(*talk-boxing*)

Verse 3:
Like a ‘90s movie you move me
A whole lot of things that you do to me
Watching the Fugees, rockin’ a Coogi
Psych, some cross colors and some blue [?]
You remind me of [?] in stature
I bring some to Kingston to get at cha
Speaking patois, that’s what I wanna hear
You know I’m taking you back like a couple years
Yeah, though your clothes are baggy
You leanin’ out them jeans, I notice that see
My mind does wander, I’m just tryna
Connect like job[?] plus [?] mama
This is the 4-1-1 hon, image
Records still selling and us going platinum
We do it big and you know that, love
It’s only right with that throwback love
So throw that, love

(*talk-boxing*)