[Intro: Chris Webby] Yeah, Chris Webby, Oncue Sometimes I just wanna go back Be a kid again ya know, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] I wanna go back to bein' a kid Everything was easier, ya had to just live I was a little dude, chillin' with my nose runny Eatin' grilled cheese and watchin' Doug Funny Havin' play dates, buildin' Legos with my boys And buyin' kids meals just so I could get the toys Way before Twitter, Wii and PS3 We used to play capture the flag and hide and seek Freeze tag with them Velcro kicks on my feet Or them light-up sneaks, on the bus rollin' deep Back before I ever smoked weed yet Used to run a 7-minute mile during recess Now it takes like 9 just to jog like half of that Wanna go back to that, kick it in the Cabbage Patch And that's where you can find me It's Chris Webby dog and I'm a product of the 90's
[Hook: Oncue] I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back to the very first time I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back when I wrote my first rhyme I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back when I learned this crime I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back and move forward and shine
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Bein' a kid was just plain illa Chillin' havin battles my action figures I had every Ninja Turtle and every one of the X-Men Teddy Ruxpin was my muthafuckin' best friend Mighty Max and G.I. Joes Goin' home with grass stains, Mama clean my clothes Roll with Tamagotchis in my pocket A holographic Charizard card, I got it The Megazord dope, kill it with the weapons The Pink Ranger gave me my very first erection Lion King was the shit yo, enough said When Rafiki drew Simba got it tatted on my leg Way before I knew what an e pill was I used to eat mad candy just to catch a little buzz Now who could rock like I could Time goes on but I'll always love childhood (uh)
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[Verse 3: Oncue] Hey big guy, you already said it No rewindin' tape, no need to edit Ever since 7 I've been grindin for my lettuce Cause my mom and poppa told me no one gon' let us Get it, so sick I need a medic At age 8 imagined a Marsialago Comin in with Donatello and Leonardo Rocked a mask like Zoro, wanted money like lotto Summers by the beach house, murdered that gelato Homerun derby had the hoes screamin' "Bravo! " Now I grew up I'm the man with the hot flow Don't know no gangstas, bloods, vatos You can't see me cause it's hazy from the pot smoke I'm goin' way way back, hey Dad press this record on the 8-track If you don't let me get 'em I'm a paint my face black Runnin' in that bitch strapped like "Take that! "
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