Way Back When
Take me way back when
I thought you was my homie yea I thought you was my friend
(Yea)
I thought we was gone be into this bitch until the end
(Oh)
That was the plan
But I guess time tells
(But I guess time tells)
And I've been going through hell
(I've been going through hell)
And I ain't trynna to go back
(I ain't trynna go back)
Pick up your head go get a bag
(Pick up your head go get a bag)
Yea
Okay I get it, I get it these niggas acting fake they don't want to admit it
I'm trying to get this shit yeah I'm highly committed
The Fuckery comes around but you won't catch me spinning
I'm spending on my own, this money coming in, I can't pick up the phone cause I'm in my zone now we on
Came from rags to riches now I'm feeling gold
I'm heating up remember when I was feeling cold
Take me way back when
I thought you was my homie yea I thought you was my friend
(Yea)
I thought we was gone be into this bitch until the end
(Oh)
That was the plan
But I guess time tells
(But I guess time tells)
And I've been going through hell
(I've been going through hell)
And I ain't trynna to go back
(I ain't trynna go back)
Pick up your head go get a bag
(Pick up your head go get a bag)
Yea
I thought you was my homie yea I thought you was my friend
(Yea)
I thought we was gone be into this bitch until the end
(Oh)
That was the plan
But I guess time tells
(But I guess time tells)
And I've been going through hell
(I've been going through hell)
And I ain't trynna to go back
(I ain't trynna go back)
Pick up your head go get a bag
(Pick up your head go get a bag)
Yea
Okay I get it, I get it these niggas acting fake they don't want to admit it
I'm trying to get this shit yeah I'm highly committed
The Fuckery comes around but you won't catch me spinning
I'm spending on my own, this money coming in, I can't pick up the phone cause I'm in my zone now we on
Came from rags to riches now I'm feeling gold
I'm heating up remember when I was feeling cold
Take me way back when
I thought you was my homie yea I thought you was my friend
(Yea)
I thought we was gone be into this bitch until the end
(Oh)
That was the plan
But I guess time tells
(But I guess time tells)
And I've been going through hell
(I've been going through hell)
And I ain't trynna to go back
(I ain't trynna go back)
Pick up your head go get a bag
(Pick up your head go get a bag)
Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Richmond
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