Back Then Lyrics & Chords By Ab-soul

I'm turned up right now
I'm turned up right now
I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees
But I got the chills right now
I'm turned up right now
I'm turned up right now
I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees
But I got the chills right now
I'm turned up right now
I'm turned up right now
I'm off half a bean it's like eighty degrees
But I got the chills right now
She looks hot so I need that but if you can understand my language
A dollar might fuck your main bitch
I fuck a main bitch, ain't got no main bitch
That was back then, no disrespect to none of them
Cause what I learned from all of them, is that everything comes to an end
So I'mma party to the end, can I finish, counting ends
I don't drive but I'm in a Benz, she don't lie 'less she with her man
She don't smoke, but she roll my dope
I don't licky lick, she know that's a joke
She suck dick off impulse, that's 69 if you can't divide
I wasn't great in algebra, but I can talk you about your bra
Take you places you can't see, with just two eyeballs
I got three eyes, I got three legs, pick one
Long-term, tre piece, but this will be my fifth run
Harry fraudulent on the beat, I beat up that's my word
Action Bronson got the weed, I need, I didn't have to pee
Back then, way back when, I was broke that s rub me
Nigga my time is coming, look what I done did
Swag on 300, TDE we balling man
Inside the game ain't too much change
I told y'all I been gone insane, that was
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when
My time is coming, look what I done did
Yeah, bring it down, home girl ain t sharing
I m balling, man, I m balling, man
Tell that thug deja-vu, bitch
I m balling, man, I m balling, man
Sacked out, black out, rat out
I m balling, man, I m balling, man
Hey rag doll gotta help me, though
Balling, man, I m balling, man
I m balling, man, I m balling, man
Tell that thug deja-vu, bitch
I m balling, man, I m balling, man
Hit her one time, don t call her, man
Back then, way back then you d have thought I had sense
That s cause you ain t know what I had since
Ask you I m getting dude don t call me BMF
I m spinning every dough I get, old marijuana by the zippy
Shaking Fetuccine Alfredo, teenager s a pro
Magazine, codeine, that s 16 and lean
Keep that on the low, I m talking too much, I had two eatables
Pour up a foe for soul, I m doing incredible
Considering my schedule
BET you think matters if it don t, it pay, though
Show em the sing, that top dog, should ve signed a page row
Grade A though you keep coming, just keep coming
Back then, way back when, I was broke that s rub me
Nigga my time is coming, look what I done did
Swag on 300, TDE we balling man
Inside the game ain't too much change
I told y'all I been gone insane, that was
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when, look what I done did
Back then, way back when
Back then, way back when
My time is coming, look what I done did