Go Back There by Hindley Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Only got four friends don't know where they at
50/50 chance they can't stand my act
Write another line but don't call you back
Love them too tight so I'm cutting slack
Another breakup done I'll take a break from that
Struggle to keep my blood vessels still in tact
Set us up to play like it's back to back
Bad times when you bring up them funny facts
Just a another honest monster in his habitat
Always got cold feet man what's up with that
Burning time and tinder to heat my flat
And talk a mad game just to pillow chat
You can run from your demons while I distract
Confess all your feelings watch me retract
Eating with the heathens and getting fat
Fine dine on pick up lines from the copy cat
Scratching at my stabbed back, matter fact
I don't feel like myself until
I'm not feeling myself on my own tracks
A thousand plays on three minutes you won't get back
You can email me complaints get to brass tacks
How bout a brass knuckle dances the swing tap
Getting jazzy taking five on a soft lat
Tenderized, hunted prize and it's forked at
Street meat for the boys on the foldback
Meet me for the dinners at the share shack
Hearing claims an old me should of comeback
Would of cooked a thousand meals for another crack
On my heels for fluffy eels and and fat rat
No rest and I'm tired of this format
Only sleep I can get is in my eyelash
No time for suicide I'm on the warpath
My soul soul survives from the love raps
Damn
[Outro]
All you want you to do is get back there
And all you want you to do is get back there
Only got four friends don't know where they at
50/50 chance they can't stand my act
Write another line but don't call you back
Love them too tight so I'm cutting slack
Another breakup done I'll take a break from that
Struggle to keep my blood vessels still in tact
Set us up to play like it's back to back
Bad times when you bring up them funny facts
Just a another honest monster in his habitat
Always got cold feet man what's up with that
Burning time and tinder to heat my flat
And talk a mad game just to pillow chat
You can run from your demons while I distract
Confess all your feelings watch me retract
Eating with the heathens and getting fat
Fine dine on pick up lines from the copy cat
Scratching at my stabbed back, matter fact
I don't feel like myself until
I'm not feeling myself on my own tracks
A thousand plays on three minutes you won't get back
You can email me complaints get to brass tacks
How bout a brass knuckle dances the swing tap
Getting jazzy taking five on a soft lat
Tenderized, hunted prize and it's forked at
Street meat for the boys on the foldback
Meet me for the dinners at the share shack
Hearing claims an old me should of comeback
Would of cooked a thousand meals for another crack
On my heels for fluffy eels and and fat rat
No rest and I'm tired of this format
Only sleep I can get is in my eyelash
No time for suicide I'm on the warpath
My soul soul survives from the love raps
Damn
[Outro]
All you want you to do is get back there
And all you want you to do is get back there