Back n Forth by TheConcept Lyrics
[Verse 1: J_Lano]
I wake up to palm trees, not a bad habit
The Cali life you can have at it
The good weed and the bad traffic
It's all good like laugh at it
I want a Cali chick with mad steeze, that fuck good wit her ass tatted
We back at it, me and B in the valley
Hawaiian BBQ, sunsets, man it had me
I'm just tryna live happy, enjoy life to the full
See the light in everything, never frown for the dull
You play this they like "Ooh shit, man who this?"
"That dude spits, he's too sick, he's roofless (ruthless)"
Like a drop top Ima let the sun hit me
Blow an O and a half thats 6 quarters like a buck fifty
Hit unviersal and we high for like 9 hours
Attract shit so quick, thought we had mind powers
But now how were, doing shit, they mad boy
It's always LAX to ATL and back boy
Yea we doing shit they mad boy
It's always LAX to ATL and back boy
[Verse 2: B.honest]
I woke up to the plane landing
In the city where they fuck with me and tell me how much they miss me
The place, I carry with me on my back everywhere I go
Lano came to get me, gives me dap, tells me welcome home
You know.. that peach state, yea the dirty south, where the players play
And we ride on them things like everyday, back in the A
Stop by Waffle House on the way, living the same
Still chiefing like im back in L.A., nothing has changed
It's like I went back in the day, the vibe is the same
The pussy's mature, T.I.'s still the king, hospitality's pure
But don't mistake it or underestimate it watch what you say
They're like "hey, where you been?"
I'm like "you know that place where the palm trees sway
And the kush stays rolled Cali weed all day"
Yea I know you must be mad boy, it's always LAX to ATL and back boy
Yea I know you must be mad boy
It's always LAX to ATL and back boy
Yea..
LA..TL.. (L.A. & ATL)
LA..TL.. (L.A. & ATL)
I wake up to palm trees, not a bad habit
The Cali life you can have at it
The good weed and the bad traffic
It's all good like laugh at it
I want a Cali chick with mad steeze, that fuck good wit her ass tatted
We back at it, me and B in the valley
Hawaiian BBQ, sunsets, man it had me
I'm just tryna live happy, enjoy life to the full
See the light in everything, never frown for the dull
You play this they like "Ooh shit, man who this?"
"That dude spits, he's too sick, he's roofless (ruthless)"
Like a drop top Ima let the sun hit me
Blow an O and a half thats 6 quarters like a buck fifty
Hit unviersal and we high for like 9 hours
Attract shit so quick, thought we had mind powers
But now how were, doing shit, they mad boy
It's always LAX to ATL and back boy
Yea we doing shit they mad boy
It's always LAX to ATL and back boy
[Verse 2: B.honest]
I woke up to the plane landing
In the city where they fuck with me and tell me how much they miss me
The place, I carry with me on my back everywhere I go
Lano came to get me, gives me dap, tells me welcome home
You know.. that peach state, yea the dirty south, where the players play
And we ride on them things like everyday, back in the A
Stop by Waffle House on the way, living the same
Still chiefing like im back in L.A., nothing has changed
It's like I went back in the day, the vibe is the same
The pussy's mature, T.I.'s still the king, hospitality's pure
But don't mistake it or underestimate it watch what you say
They're like "hey, where you been?"
I'm like "you know that place where the palm trees sway
And the kush stays rolled Cali weed all day"
Yea I know you must be mad boy, it's always LAX to ATL and back boy
Yea I know you must be mad boy
It's always LAX to ATL and back boy
Yea..
LA..TL.. (L.A. & ATL)
LA..TL.. (L.A. & ATL)