(feat. Oncue)





Yeah, Chris Webby, Oncue

Sometimes I just wanna go back

Be a kid again ya know, yeah yeah



[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

I wanna go back to bein' a kid

Everything was easier, ya had to just live

I was a little dude, chillin' with my nose runny

Eatin' grilled cheese and watchin' Doug Funny

Havin' play dates, buildin' Legos with my boys

And buyin' kids meals just so I could get the toys

Way before Twitter, Wii and PS3

We used to play capture the flag and hide and seek

Freeze tag with them Velcro kicks on my feet

Or them light-up sneaks, on the bus rollin' deep

Back before I ever smoked weed yet

Used to run a 7-minute mile during recess

Now it takes like 9 just to jog like half of that

Wanna go back to that, kick it in the Cabbage Patch

And that's where you can find me

It's Chris Webby dog and I'm a product of the 90's



[Chorus: Oncue]

I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back to the very first time

I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back when I wrote my first rhyme

I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back when I learned this crime

I'm a go back, I'm a I'm a go back and move forward and shine



[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

Bein' a kid was just plain illa

Chillin' havin battles my action figures

I had every Ninja Turtle and every one of the X-Men

Teddy Ruxpin was my muthafuckin' best friend

Mighty Max and G.I. Joes

Goin' home with grass stains, Mama clean my clothes

Roll with Tamagotchis in my pocket

A holographic Charizard card, I got it

The Megazord dope, kill it with the weapons

The Pink Ranger gave me my very first erection

Lion King was the shit yo, enough said

When Rafiki drew Simba got it tatted on my leg

Way before I knew what an e pill was

I used to eat mad candy just to catch a little buzz

Now who could rock like I could

Time goes on but I'll always love childhood (uh)



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Oncue]

Hey big guy, you already said it

No rewindin' tape, no need to edit

Ever since 7 I've been grindin for my lettuce

'Cause my mom and poppa told me no one gon' let us

Get it, so sick I need a medic

At age 8 imagined a Marsialago

Comin in with Donatello and Leonardo

Rocked a mask like Zoro, wanted money like lotto

Summers by the beach house, murdered that gelato

Homerun derby had the hoes screamin' "Bravo! "

Now I grew up I'm the man with the hot flow

Don't know no gangstas, bloods, vatos

You can't see me 'cause it's hazy from the pot smoke

I'm goin' way way back, hey Dad press this record on the 8-track

If you don't let me get 'em I'm a paint my face black

Runnin' in that bitch strapped like "Take that! "



[Chorus]