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letra de flashbacks - original pete b

petey
take ’em back, take ’em back

fresh out the jet sorry i meant ford tempo
just got my paycheck i hit up ladies on the dance floor
i was just a flirt, very far from man hoe
gotta bounce up outta here, i’m lookin for my p-ssport
goin bout a county over, sip that mix wit soda
kept me far from sober, sometimes fast, others slower
when i have these flashbacks, know they’re meant for the past
say you miss the old me? homie, kiss my -ss

[bridge x2]
i would drown myself
until my inner voice drowned out
trippin’ on syrup
feelin’ like a clown now

i remember lake drive livin’ in that brown house
amazed i have this memory and none of it got drowned out
i remember boat house even when it’s cold out
party ’til bout four then we’d go and smoke a bowl out
i remember lake drive livin’ in that brown house
amazed i have this memory and none of it got drowned out
i remember boat house even when it’s cold out
party ’til bout four then we’d go and smoke a bowl out
and then i’d go round
do rounds, y’all havin good time?
they replied no doubt, no doubt
tip that bottle upside down
easy as it flow out, flow out
take a hit, open the door, and blow out

[hook]
flashbacks are meant for the past
how come i always see ’em although im advanced?
right?
flashbacks are meant for the past
how come i always see ’em although im advanced?

take a look at this young man
what you see at first glance?
is he model citizen?
or goods that damaged?
you need to understand
i’m not livin’ in the past
see i’m far from that
why i say i’m advanced
cuz i see that sh-t
and i would see a broke kid
well now i’m grown
and i’m just broken
i saw an ethnic kid
they all kept as token
say you miss the old me?
homie, kiss my -ss

[bridge x2]
i would drown myself
until my inner voice drowned out
trippin’ on syrup
feelin’ like a clown now

fun house mirrors take me back to the fair
remember grams was there sittin’ in a lawn chair
i was far from scared, knew nada bout the world
mind open as air, stuck crushing on girls
fun house mirrors take me back to the fair
remember grams was there sittin’ in a lawn chair
i was far from scared, knew nada bout the world
mind open as air, stuck crushing on girls
liked the one with the curls and the flower in her hair
i wanna go back there, can i go back there?
to that time what i had was not a care
mind open as air, even grams was there (d-mn)

[hook]
flash backs are meant for the past
how come i always see ’em although im advanced?
right?
flash backs are meant for the past
how come i always see ’em although im advanced?

you might be thinkin’ i chose the path most difficult
i think its you who lives the hard way
dreams at my tounge with words hard spoke
and you choose to keep yours far away
livin’ your life as clones, stuck in flashbacks
i have those too but i still fight to advance
cuz when i have these flashbacks
i keep that sh-t in the past
say you miss the old me?
homie, kiss my -ss
say you miss the old me?
homie, kiss my -ss

t.o.p. b, pete b, milwaukee
take ’em back, take ’em back
right?
take ’em back

- original pete b

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