Caskey - Goin’ Back lyrics
[Caskey - Goin’ Back lyrics]
Oh shit i'm goin' back
Yeah, it's back to my grind
Then back to Cali, smoke the Maui
Got no wings, just roll through the valley
Seen many faces but they don't know about me
On a divine paper chase got a girl up in
Seminole County where I stay at
Then you can fuck a man to
That Maybach in my driveway
Driving intoxicated, the highway
Couple compadres
Smoke a devil sitting sideways
Catch me on the scuffle for violations
Your muzzle get misplaced
Like the pistol was in a maze, I'm goin'
I'm goin' back to the grind site
Calculations say that the time's right
My imagination stay with the limelight
I don't crime fight, do the latter
Add to the quota
Police know me by the scent of odor
Stay getting colder
I'm a entrepreneur of sorts, balling
I ain't new to this sport
Married to the game, soon to divorce
That Mary Jane store, new imports
From overseas, kept my shoe in the court
Looking north
Pray to God that he blessing me
Mama say the weed make a lesser me
I keep saying how it's key to the recipe
I'd never be one of
These lames that fantasize
Boy, they kill it, dog, taking they
Light, so for the night, i'm just
I'm goin' back back in time, dog, laid back
Cutting the rhymes off
Just cleaning the surface like
It was Pine-Sol divine, dog, swear to God
I'm called on a mission lot of heat
But I'm not in the kitchen and not wishin'
For some better days
I just do and not dream it
My head on tight and it's straight
But I'm leanin'
Am I schemin'? Take a lot more to believe it
And the more I pray to God
The less I'm getting them demons
I'm goin' (I'm goin' back)
Yeah, all the way back to the basics
Me and my grind, in these times tryna make it
I'm feeling like Christ at
The end, so forsaken, yo
But I ain't getting crucified, bitch
I got the juice, i'ma ride
Let the shots blaze, this ain't a hot phase
Of law-abiding
Wave around a bag in a cop's face
Shots chased down with more liquor
My entourage mixed
So these nigga hating crackers get mo' sicker
But go figure, I just get mo' and mo' figures
And gold-digging women try to get
In my soul different
Like all these hoes ain't already tried that
Swear I despise that these bitches
They don't know where my mind's at
It's too pimpin'
Intelligent and too different
To give it all up to these loose women
Who's spinnin'? I swear it's me or the room
From where I'm standin'
Looking less and less like the Hamptons
And more like another city
So tell these bums to quit fucking with me
And get your money right before
You try something with me
Bitch, I'm a new breed
And y'all some old news
But shit, I'ma take it back to the old school
Yeah, I'ma take it back, dog
Yeah, I'ma take it back, dog
Bitch, I'ma take it back, dog
Fake mafuckers, you should learn to rap, dog
Yeah, it's back to my grind
Then back to Cali, smoke the Maui
Got no wings, just roll through the valley
Seen many faces but they don't know about me
On a divine paper chase got a girl up in
Seminole County where I stay at
Then you can fuck a man to
That Maybach in my driveway
Driving intoxicated, the highway
Couple compadres
Smoke a devil sitting sideways
Catch me on the scuffle for violations
Your muzzle get misplaced
Like the pistol was in a maze, I'm goin'
I'm goin' back to the grind site
Calculations say that the time's right
My imagination stay with the limelight
I don't crime fight, do the latter
Add to the quota
Police know me by the scent of odor
Stay getting colder
I'm a entrepreneur of sorts, balling
I ain't new to this sport
Married to the game, soon to divorce
That Mary Jane store, new imports
From overseas, kept my shoe in the court
Looking north
Pray to God that he blessing me
Mama say the weed make a lesser me
I keep saying how it's key to the recipe
I'd never be one of
These lames that fantasize
Boy, they kill it, dog, taking they
Light, so for the night, i'm just
I'm goin' back back in time, dog, laid back
Cutting the rhymes off
Just cleaning the surface like
It was Pine-Sol divine, dog, swear to God
I'm called on a mission lot of heat
But I'm not in the kitchen and not wishin'
For some better days
I just do and not dream it
My head on tight and it's straight
But I'm leanin'
Am I schemin'? Take a lot more to believe it
And the more I pray to God
The less I'm getting them demons
I'm goin' (I'm goin' back)
Yeah, all the way back to the basics
Me and my grind, in these times tryna make it
I'm feeling like Christ at
The end, so forsaken, yo
But I ain't getting crucified, bitch
I got the juice, i'ma ride
Let the shots blaze, this ain't a hot phase
Of law-abiding
Wave around a bag in a cop's face
Shots chased down with more liquor
My entourage mixed
So these nigga hating crackers get mo' sicker
But go figure, I just get mo' and mo' figures
And gold-digging women try to get
In my soul different
Like all these hoes ain't already tried that
Swear I despise that these bitches
They don't know where my mind's at
It's too pimpin'
Intelligent and too different
To give it all up to these loose women
Who's spinnin'? I swear it's me or the room
From where I'm standin'
Looking less and less like the Hamptons
And more like another city
So tell these bums to quit fucking with me
And get your money right before
You try something with me
Bitch, I'm a new breed
And y'all some old news
But shit, I'ma take it back to the old school
Yeah, I'ma take it back, dog
Yeah, I'ma take it back, dog
Bitch, I'ma take it back, dog
Fake mafuckers, you should learn to rap, dog