Petty
Jøjo
2:32My heart played the game and left cold Death got a hold on my dome, my mental Somebody take me back to them days before the tempos The kick drums and all of the samples Back when the wraps was nothing but gyros On the sidewalks with bikes we was kicking on handles Wish I could live life let alone live right Cause living life seems no longer the end goal It's all about survival But take me back when we had stick fights And stayed up late nights past the dim lights And six times six times out of nine we'd fight For the Heinz in the kitchen for the french fries I guess we grown kids who gon act right But I pray this nightmare clears at midnight New life we live and we don't think twice New world but this shit don't feel right Take me back Take me back Take me back Ungh we getting right in this shit Take me back I ain't even tryna ride in this bitch, and we say Ungh I can't ride in it quick Take me back I ain't even tryna fry up the whip, and we say Ungh we getting right in this shit Take me back I ain't even tryna ride in this bitch, and we say Ungh I can't ride in it quick Take me back I ain't even tryna fry up the whip, and we say Ungh we getting right in this shit Take me back I ain't even tryna ride in this bitch, and we say Ungh I can't ride in it quick Take me back I ain't even tryna fry up the whip, woo! (Guitar solo) (Instrumental) Come on, come on, answer man Damn it Hello?