Way Back

Way back
Way back
(Let's get it)
(And it goes like)
Way back

When we were kids, we would break the law
Cops 45 minutes away I'm waiting for the car to go whoop-whoop
We were breaking locks, we were hook whoop
We were playing ball in the park with some new wool
Thumping from the trunk of my homie's Tacoma
It was coming from his son
Three-pointer game, strong swoop, shovel jumper, couldn't dunk, what the fuck?
Got the cross down from the church, yeah, we did it

Tied it to the bumper of a truck, then we rev it
Of course, it was a sure day
PB cons, eatin' drugs, Lord wasn't ready
At the liquor store, more than any potty relay
Gool-egg, 2-6, spendin' all the pennies
Four in the mornin', itching back for more rain drippin'
Feeling dragged out from some bad MDA, that's us

When we were kids
We were hittin' hella weed, bumpin' beats
Sellin' LSD, petaline, methamphetamine
Pocket full of pills, colored like a bag of jelly beans, that's us
Trimmin' weed, ever since a teen
Sunday hit the green with the cleats, winnin' with the team
Reppin' for the ESU, fuckin' up the league
Got my three, the best crew that you know

Waveboarding at the back of the bus, so (what up?)
When they throw you the rope, you catch it and hold on
That is summer, in the winter we on snow hole
And I don't mean that we in love with the coco
When we were little, we were sippin' on some liquor
We would get it from a kitchen, from a seven and your mama's
Same, we were sniffin', yeah, we did it with a feeling
We were fixin' our addiction, and we let our marijuana (way back)

When we were kids, we were drinking, we were smokin'
And bet that everybody thought we were the dopest
But really we were just a bunch of bloody hopeless
Little kids on some shed, who would dance, living in the states
Ain't it weird that you think that we give a damn, no
That's where everything go

And we sippin' on some goose, ginnin' with the juice
Listenin' to Snoop, hit a bit of ooh, hit a little boost
It was, let me bust a verse, fuck a church and religion, too
Kill the principal, love to learn but not in the school
In the coos, makin' bubble with my homie Noose
Gettin' in the trouble of a cruise
Now we tight it to my brother when it's cool
Introduced to a life full of pot, dillow on my dock

In the sea with Pock, with us to the bus stop
Never trust cops, we would trespass on the dirtpipes with a shotgun
Never bus clocks, with a blood clot
X tabs in the drug boxes, I'm punk rock
We would drink at the bar, killing it hard
Flipping the cars and I did your regard
River or barn, in the middle of dark, ring the alarm
Shout out to the regulations that we didn't regard (way back)

When we were kids, we were drinking, we were smokin'
And bet that everybody thought we were the dopest
But really we were just a bunch of bloody hopeless
Little kids on some shed, who would dance, living in the states
Ain't it weird that you think that we give a damn, no
That's where everything go

(Way back)
(Go, go, way back)
(Go, go, way back)



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Emile Dernst, Tionne Tenese Watkins, James John Abrahart Jr.
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