Titan

[Chorus 1]
Way way way back
Way way way back
Way way way back
Way way way back

[Verse 1]
I can't remember my pet's name
I think I drank too much lead paint
When I was a kid
I had secret compartments inside of my bed frame
I used to hide all my weed in it;
I bought it all with my best mate
All that I wanted was just to be
Left with my Straight Outta Compton cassette tape
And I am still yelling out, "Fuck the police"
But also I'm calling the cops
When my neighbours have parties 'cause they are not me (Hello)
So please keep it down; it's a Wednesday
And please tell your son to stop crying
I know it's his birthday, but he should have sent cake
I'm as petty as I was in tenth grade (Yeah)
Now I got no hair but I'm hair brain
I only vape when it's bear mace (True)
I dress so bummy that I bought a coffee
And somebody dropped me some spare change
But now everything has gone pear-shaped
Yeah, now it's all over the airwaves
Yeah, now it's all over, the end days
I am not paranoid, I'm not a head case (Vroom)
I'm in my shed putting spikes
On the rims of my car for the upcoming death race
You best to spectate, please do not get in
My way, you just stay in that left lane
I push the pedal, it sound like a jet plane
I hit your rental as hard as my pen game
Yeah, we can settle as soon as I've fed Dave
Jeff? James? Still can't remember my pet's name
(Here cat) Jessica Chastain
(What's your name again?)

[Chorus 2]
Way way way back
Way way way back
Seems like
Yeah, way way way back
Way way way back
Way way way back

[Post-Chorus]
Trouble like it's all I know
Trouble look it's all I know (Uh-huh)
Now I'm in the store like whoa
Now I'm in the store like whoa (Yeah)
Trouble like it's all I know
Trouble look it's all I know (Uh-huh)
Now I'm in the store like whoa
Now I'm in the store like whoa (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Stay way way way the fuck back
Where your gloves at? I just want snacks
Keep your mask on; I don't want chat
Fill the bag up, here's a fun fact
I'ma be rich when I'm older
I got the gauc and the dip
And the salsa, I got a chip on my shoulder
All of this talkin' of money
Does nothing for me it, just gives me an ulcer
I'd rather act like the sheriff
And walk around town with my dick in a holster (Ayy)
Hey, shout out to all of
My homies all day going hard at the skate park
And all of the rappers at home
Getting high but still flying right under the radar
Doing what they want
Wax on the ledges or legends on wax
The higher the level the better the stats
Well shit, I been mullin' it over like Rodney
I'm still making songs for my Daewons

[Chorus 3]
Titan
Way way way back
Way way way back
Way way way back
Seems like, yeah
Way way way back
Way way way back
Way way way back