Back - Pac Div

See back in high school I used to love to see you out in the bleachers

The reason why I couldn’t pay attention to teachers

The first day I seen you, I knew you were a keeper

Fly from your hair to the sole of your sneakers

Your first boyfriend didn’t know how to treat ya

You laughed when you heard I put his ass in a sleeper

Cause he didn’t deserve you, cause he had the nerve to

Disrespect ya momma keep you out past curfew

March 31st was the day of my pursuit

May 25th was the day of our first woooo

June 13th was the day that I hurt you

And all you did was leave me with the trace of your perfume

September 4th the new school year started

And I heard you with Marvin well I heard he’s retarded

I Conjured up a plan to break you up with your man

And it all worked well we got back by college

He don’t Hit It like I hit it boo, not like how big Mibbs Do

My connection is spiritual, I’ll be raising my kids with you

You just keep your body tight, make-up sex every time we fight

I’ll get you a ring when the time is right

When your mind is right and mine is right

Dynamite, I’m in flight

Feeling is if this feeling is wide open

And I’m floating, to that wider light

Hope you wear your tights tonight, you know that’s like my favorite theme

Washing up with that Maybelline, like I’m hearing an angel sing (angel sing)

Thought I was gone, but now baby it’s on

(So glad were back together)

Thought I was gone, but now baby it’s on

(So glad were back together)

Thought I was gone, but now baby it’s on

(So glad were back together)

Thought I was gone, but now baby it’s on

(So glad were back together)

Please excuse the late attendance

We promised we’d show up, we just had to straightening business

Cause some was hating bitches, we out here chasing riches

Was plotting on your spot while y’all was flossing taking pictures, cheese!

Cheddar cheese, hella trees, smell the weed

We blowing, we floating, seven seas, speed boating

Tell 'em freeze, we going for the safe

See that weapon he’s holding, he’s going for the face, red dot

Head shot, we roll up in that place, nine deep

No line, no admission, nice try, no permission

I’m fly, no magician trick, this is it, Mr. Ritz

Even Ferragamo, with some vintage shit

Don’t mention kicks 'less they 808's or

You rocking some classic shit they don’t make boy

I’mma tell you, I’ve been beasting on these tracks

These other niggas thinking they can rap

Til you throw 'em in the pit and watch them sleeping on they backs (Damn)

Bending corners, tipping over, sipping on some Henn and Cola

Basketball Champ, can drop 20 in some penny loafers

Killa Cal, this the style, blow them whistles on ya

Raised where the cops can’t wait to pull them pistols on ya

So glad were back together

So glad were back together

And I’ll never let you go

(Aw Yea, AW Yeea)