Back To the Basics (feat. Kidd Kritical)
I said I'm back to the basics Sippin' on that, don't waste it
Sippin' on vodka, don't chase it Got my heart in a race, bitch
Got me up in a matrix Sittin' back, crossin' out faces
Lookin' back at the time I wasted Lookin' back now, that's the time I'm facin
This haze got me dazed and I look real hazy Lookin' back now and I look real patient
I take my time, what I do it real slow Shadows on my head and I'm feelin' down low
It's not my fault that my heart turned cold Take another sip, now I need some more
My heart's been shattered all over the floor I pick it back up and I take some more
I take another drug just to clear my brain Take another pill so I don't feel bad
And I'm sippin' on that, uh Sippin' on that in the back
Countin' that paper, countin' stacks Uh, I'm smokin' up blunt to relax
They thought I was there but I passed And I still never went to that class
And I'm smokin' all gas in that pack Yeah, but I'm stuck in the back
Back to the basics Sippin' on that, don't waste it
Sippin' on vodka, don't chase it Got my heart in a race, bitch
Got me up in a matrix Sittin' back, crossin' out faces
Lookin' back at the time I wasted Lookin' back now, that's the time I'm facin
This haze got me dazed and I look real hazy Lookin' back now and I look real patient
Back to the basics Give you my time, so don't waste it
Kritical, baby, all up in your faces Tie me down like a pair of shoelace's
Gotta hold on, hold tight, gotta brace it
Gotta take shots, yeah, I gotta slow down Sippin' this drink, hopefully I don't drown
Seein' her live, I ain't goin' back now See me on stage with a cross so loud
Bitches all up in our faces Smokin' my weed, but don't lace it
Take out my heart, you misplace it Takin' them steps, you trace it
Boy, it don't rain around, baby
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Peter Piper, went picked a pepper People gon' hate, but they ain't on my level
Runnin' from police, runnin' from trouble Comin' with God, I don't hang with the devil
Rollin' it up, I blow like a kettle You wantin' this beef, then I'm lettin' it settle
I'm up in a Rari, pushin' the pedal Made out of plastic aint made out of metal
Back to the basics Give you my time, so don't waste it
Kritical, baby, all up in your faces Tie me down like a pair of shoelace's
Gotta hold on, hold tight, gotta brace it
Gotta take shots, yeah, I gotta slow down Sippin' this drink, hopefully I don't drown
Seein' how to live, I ain't goin' back now See me on stage with a crowd so loud
Sippin' on vodka, don't chase it Got my heart in a race, bitch
Got me up in a matrix Sittin' back, crossin' out faces
Lookin' back at the time I wasted Lookin' back now, that's the time I'm facin
This haze got me dazed and I look real hazy Lookin' back now and I look real patient
I take my time, what I do it real slow Shadows on my head and I'm feelin' down low
It's not my fault that my heart turned cold Take another sip, now I need some more
My heart's been shattered all over the floor I pick it back up and I take some more
I take another drug just to clear my brain Take another pill so I don't feel bad
And I'm sippin' on that, uh Sippin' on that in the back
Countin' that paper, countin' stacks Uh, I'm smokin' up blunt to relax
They thought I was there but I passed And I still never went to that class
And I'm smokin' all gas in that pack Yeah, but I'm stuck in the back
Back to the basics Sippin' on that, don't waste it
Sippin' on vodka, don't chase it Got my heart in a race, bitch
Got me up in a matrix Sittin' back, crossin' out faces
Lookin' back at the time I wasted Lookin' back now, that's the time I'm facin
This haze got me dazed and I look real hazy Lookin' back now and I look real patient
Back to the basics Give you my time, so don't waste it
Kritical, baby, all up in your faces Tie me down like a pair of shoelace's
Gotta hold on, hold tight, gotta brace it
Gotta take shots, yeah, I gotta slow down Sippin' this drink, hopefully I don't drown
Seein' her live, I ain't goin' back now See me on stage with a cross so loud
Bitches all up in our faces Smokin' my weed, but don't lace it
Take out my heart, you misplace it Takin' them steps, you trace it
Boy, it don't rain around, baby
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Peter Piper, went picked a pepper People gon' hate, but they ain't on my level
Runnin' from police, runnin' from trouble Comin' with God, I don't hang with the devil
Rollin' it up, I blow like a kettle You wantin' this beef, then I'm lettin' it settle
I'm up in a Rari, pushin' the pedal Made out of plastic aint made out of metal
Back to the basics Give you my time, so don't waste it
Kritical, baby, all up in your faces Tie me down like a pair of shoelace's
Gotta hold on, hold tight, gotta brace it
Gotta take shots, yeah, I gotta slow down Sippin' this drink, hopefully I don't drown
Seein' how to live, I ain't goin' back now See me on stage with a crowd so loud
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Writer(s): Orion Williams
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