Lyrics:
I'm lucky enough to make it to 87?
What will I say after Back in my day
Because every Back in my day was once the present
And Back in my day for 87
ain’t tradin the hustle for 30 minutes with pussy
If her hands inside my jar she gotta give up them cookies
Had to get back on my pivot look how long
Tec back and give you a gold black eye, blaow
If I give a nigga a shiner consider the shit designer
I slaughter militant rhymers, hold up
My nigga
Tryna sit back and relax do the worst for the ware
Tryna cruise up in the droptop with the wind in your hair
Niggas on the Block hype looking back
A kiss in the night.
How I wanna be by your side. Let's go!
Back to the future. Back for good.
I just want you to be my baby.
Back to the future
When we make it imma say yessir
My life before this is all a blur
I'm gonna fight it is my dream imma thrive
I see the light future bright I feel
Bless-Ish Ft. Prograss GVnG_Picture This Again
Hook
This here inspired by ma nigga he name Polo G,
n we be dissin on this niggas no apologies,
n im
This is Ridgeback, we did that
Spread the wealth, we gotta give back
To kids that need it most, while gettin big stacks
Run it up we make it shower
to live
Bring it back, what you got to give
What you got to give
I got offerings of creations, making bass jam
Solving all the complications with some
the world's a radioactive grave)
I can hear them crying
I can see their fear
I can see them dying
(Washed away by deadly gamma rays)
Do you hear them calling
Yeah, go
Give me that (give me that), give me that, give me that neck
Give me that, give me that neck
Give me that
Give me that Becky
Pull up
front
Wanna good time? Gonna give you what you want
Can I hear a hey? Hey
Now get a yo? Yo
Followed by a
We wanna smoke dope
We wanna smoke dope
Back
really living by faith
yeah
I came too far in this race to just give up what I gave
But sometimes sometimes
Sometimes I love when its on
Sometimes I love
forgetfulness, I am your correctionist
I stitched odd and future together like a leather vest
You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, Rosetta checks
I put together
of the future
It makes me realize how I should've prepared for it sooner
I mean I, oh ok I'm talkin' back now?
And don't compare me with my peers who got
would
Wish that I could just rewind
Cause I'd
Turn it back we can start off brand new
Turn it back, no more I can't stand you
Turn it back, give me one
give a fuck about anything else, no, no
'Cause ain't no future anyway, pray the prayer Ciara prayed (I gotta pray, pray, pray)
Wonder what it was,
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to fuckin work one
Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently you're a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't
me
'Cause I can be your man
And, baby, you can be my lady
But you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy
Run the streets
You can run
and switch your clips
And leave the scene with the green
We give them future rhythm
[??]
Moses knows this so he flows
Prophesy for the future
They're making
the brave
And there's no way back
Tonight
Here are your hopes for a future you'll see
You're like me
We're all Union Jacks
sleepwalked out of my apartment
And went berzerk?"
[Aesop Rock]
In slipped rhythm
Fed a cycle bound by dilemma-debting vendetta
Escaped briefly back to my
my much future is brighter
Everything's so bland
Up my milligrams and
Then pretend like I can actually give a damn
Did I give up my chance
Wouldn't
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