Monday, December 8, 2014

E Sens' Back In Time English Lyrics

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Back In Time English Lyrics

Every monring the smell of grass, my hometown
Commuting downtown took an hour everyday
Scorching heat even at night, the girls were looking hot
Yeah, I grew up in a nice place
Don't exactly remember but that tight thing uh... Baby Phat?
Yeah, it was sweet but it's done now
Two days of roughnecking got my first Air One
Was a fake but I be walking like 'Don't step on my J's'
Looking like a pair of chopsticks
Ask me if I'm that skinny kid who went to Seoul
to do something, yep, I'm him
It's always so easy there
Even when I have grown up and things have changed


Kyungsan country boy, I let it show, I don't hide it
Shaved head, the kid who spit on his sneaks to wipe 'em clean
I'm a 90s kid, 'Big Poppa' thru the earphones
Kim Kunmo on my sister's cassette player

Picturing my future at 20 something
I'm an old guy taking it easy doing music
I hate busy schedules
but still like everything that's cool
At least, during two meals a day I was talking money
My dream is people working and playing
but the reality is working and working and work, work, work
Fuck, this ain't nevery my style, fuck a Craiglist
I'm doing music, I live for the art, I'm an artist
Debtors, unemployed, always a struggling roughneck
I was chasing my dream, angry and pressured
I quit as soon as I got the taste of it
Shut it, I only look straight ahead doing music
Not giving a shit about you saying I'm good for nothing
My personality might have changed since then
Thanks to that I've been getting money for six years straight
Ever since I first got a little taste, thought it was everything then

Kyungsan country boy, I let it show, I don't hide it
Shaved head, the kid who spit on his sneaks to wipe 'em clean
I'm a 90s kid, 'Big Poppa' thru the earphones
Kim Kunmo on my sister's cassette player

Cash rules everything around me
Dreams of fucking an R&B Bitch
My story can't be on EBS
Could be that I might have been impatiently waiting to get on a bus
That I wasn't even sure was gonna come
The times when it felt so hard to get out of
Short parties followed by long lessons from the past
I'm good with it yeah. Now let's take it back

A stage selling fantasies. It shows. All of it.
Living life is always put off to tnext week.
Hardknock all the way. Not much of a choice.
Followig the signs still won't get you out of the congestion
Hate it but not doing it makes you compulsive
Like the first hit song that you rack your brains for
If it's too much, it's an illness
That's like going nuts after scouring through the deep underground
I have one, a 100 dollar one
A way of life that you can't learn in class
Me looking like a bum ain't nothing new
Bitch, Oiling up your rusty brain, that's what I do
This is your fucking' throwback
Why you actin' like you don't know man
Oh, your friends never seen such thing?
It's okay, I shit all day
This is your fucking' throwback
Why you actin' like you don't know man
Oh, your friends never seen such thing?
It's okay, I shit all day

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