[Chorus 1]

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[Verse 1]

I can't remember my pet's name

I think I drank too much lead paint

When I was a kid

I had secret compartments inside of my bed frame

I used to hide all my weed in it;

I bought it all with my best mate

All that I wanted was just to be

Left with my Straight Outta Compton cassette tape

And I am still yelling out, "Fuck the police"

But also I'm calling the cops

When my neighbours have parties 'cause they are not me (Hello)

So please keep it down; it's a Wednesday

And please tell your son to stop crying

I know it's his birthday, but he should have sent cake

I'm as petty as I was in tenth grade (Yeah)

Now I got no hair but I'm hair brain

I only vape when it's bear mace (True)

I dress so bummy that I bought a coffee

And somebody dropped me some spare change

But now everything has gone pear-shaped

Yeah, now it's all over the airwaves

Yeah, now it's all over, the end days

I am not paranoid, I'm not a head case (Vroom)

I'm in my shed putting spikes

On the rims of my car for the upcoming death race

You best to spectate, please do not get in

My way, you just stay in that left lane

I push the pedal, it sound like a jet plane

I hit your rental as hard as my pen game

Yeah, we can settle as soon as I've fed Dave

Jeff? James? Still can't remember my pet's name

(Here cat) Jessica Chastain

(What's your name again?)

[Chorus 2]

Way way way back

Way way way back

Seems like

Yeah, way way way back

Way way way back

Way way way back

[Post-Chorus]

Trouble like it's all I know

Trouble look it's all I know (Uh-huh)

Now I'm in the store like whoa

Now I'm in the store like whoa (Yeah)

Trouble like it's all I know

Trouble look it's all I know (Uh-huh)

Now I'm in the store like whoa

Now I'm in the store like whoa (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

Stay way way way the fuck back

Where your gloves at? I just want snacks

Keep your mask on; I don't want chat

Fill the bag up, here's a fun fact

I'ma be rich when I'm older

I got the gauc and the dip

And the salsa, I got a chip on my shoulder

All of this talkin' of money

Does nothing for me it, just gives me an ulcer

I'd rather act like the sheriff

And walk around town with my dick in a holster (Ayy)

Hey, shout out to all of

My homies all day going hard at the skate park

And all of the rappers at home

Getting high but still flying right under the radar

Doing what they want

Wax on the ledges or legends on wax

The higher the level the better the stats

Well shit, I been mullin' it over like Rodney

I'm still making songs for my Daewons

[Chorus 3]

Titan

Way way way back

Way way way back

Way way way back

Seems like, yeah

Way way way back

Way way way back

Way way way back