Let's take it back ft Tamarsha Lyrics

Let’s take it back to the 60’s with Afro’s/
Let’s take it back to the hippies with platforms/
Take it back to the gypsies with banjos/
Take it back to the big jeans the rap clothes/
Take it back to the 16’s in rap mode/
Take it back to the to the chicks screaming at pro/
Take it back to the kick free’s in battles/
Take it back to the victory over wack flows/
Take it back to the thick beats at rap shows/
Take it back to the clicks seen at back rows/
Take it back to the quick feet on dance floors/
Take it back to the big schemes to pack shows/
Take it back to the big dreams and grab those/
Take it back to the histories and fast-forward/
Take it back to the wish theme and ask for it/
Take it back to the cause the list seems that long/
 
V2
Let’s take it back to the days of my high school/
When I was quite cool/ rolling with my crew/
Tryina write to/ that cutie I liked you/
Plus I heard that you think I’m aaight too/
take it back to the ciphers at break-time/
I remember skipping science to create rhymes/ (haha)
I was tryina be a rap star/ always came up with the lines back in maths class/
Let’s take it back to the days of the beatbox/
To the shell toe Adiddas the Reebox/ the tapeit when I was trying to B-boy/
Had to stop cause I almost broke ma knee-joint/
Let’s take it back to the days we used to wear clothes/
That were twice our size we didn’t care though/
Before the designer jackets the square toes/
We used to think the pink shirts were for weirdo’s/
 
Bridge:
Lets’ take it back to the Deep waves and wet perms
The one arm’s and hipsters, the Afros and fresh rows
Thobela Dwalatsa
I’m your weekend weekend special, cause there
Ain’t no party like an ‘ol school party
 
V3
Let’s take it back to the days of the S-curl/
When you were trying to vry with the best girl/
All day you were pressured/ by your mates cause you were afraid to step up/
Then Valentines day came in Feb son/
Tel the truth you were praying to get one/
You were tryina see your name in the red bun/
Wondering all day who it’s sent from/ (oh)
Next thing it’s the French kiss/ buy the rugby field at the benches/ (yah)
You were trying to pretend it’s/ not your 1st time but she could sense it/ (hey)
So the kiss was intensive (aha)/ and after this you were left stiff (aha)/
And your wishes were endless (check it)/ you couldn’t finish a sentence

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Featuring: 
Album: 
Write Of Passage
Song Year: 
2009

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