Never go back but I think back Hear a song on the radio from the past and get a flashback Cinematic when it plays back Write a story of my life and be the soundtrack 11:46 ? Central on a school night I used to sneak out the window I was little, my brother Neil was in the middle On the bottom bunk, roof where I wrote my riddles Get a chill every time I get a visual Used to think I was invincible Everyday shoplifting competition at the mall was a ritual Never won, I never made a good criminal Got a problem at the school with the principal And back then all the music was original I was young and dumb, the future was invisible Take a look back, take a look back Never go back, when I reminisce about those passed Thinking it’s a trip how fast we live Flashing back to the sandbox with my clothes dirty And my jeans was ripped Swinging on the monkey bars trying to keep my grip Jump on the trampoline till my knees give in Always physical, I was a little crazy kid Then I got into the music and I found my niche Found a gift, could’ve found a ditch Even when bullets came in my direction, somehow they missed Tried to grab me and stab me, somehow they slipped Like a forcefield, stayed the course at the Lord’s will Even when it’s over, I’mma go to war still Even when I’m gone I’ll be making noise still I could never live forever but the voice will Always knew I’d be somebody that the world feeled
Take a look back at your life now
[Verse 2]
I admit sometimes I speed for no reason Sometimes I roll up the weed for no reason Take a breath of fresh air for no reason Cause you never know when you’re gonna be leaving So I get it with the old clique And reminisce while we’re thumbing through a box full of old flicks Laughing at the funny clothes and the outfits Take a look back, take a look back Yeah they say time keep on slipping But I’m sunk in the coupe, I just keep on dipping Switching up the gears, I keep on shifting Daydreams, my mind it keeps on drifting Like J Dilla I’mma keep living Never feel like a beat’s finished, I’m a perfectionist Never really happy with it so I’ll mess with it It’s a God-given talent, I was blessed with it Thinking back from the past occurrences It’s endless, I can only scratch the surface But it’s a new day so I let the sun shine Through the window when I crack the curtains Only death is certain, only tax is certain Take a break for a minute then it’s back to work