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Take ‘em back, take ‘em back Take ‘em back, take ‘em back now I take it back on some nostalgic shit, oh you whylin’ bitch Been doing this since before I was a college kid, let’s go Oh this shit remind me of, the summer time The slip and slide, some bump and grind Oh this shit remind me of the parking lot And skipping class, and smoking pot Oh this shit remind me of parties with the freshman Second base on the couch, plus she gave me mouth to mouth Oh this shit remind me of tryna make a fake I.D Walked into the liquor store, but they ain’t selling shit to me Oh this shit remind me of riding with my crew Water bottle full of booze, breaking in in people’s pools Oh this shit remind me of acting like a fool We was seventeen and we thought it was cool What you know about it? And I know things ain’t always gonna go your way Cause we got shitty jobs and we got bills to pay But I think that the future’s looking fucking great So get your hands up in the sky let’s celebrate Oh that shit remind me of Remind me of, remind me of, remind me of Letras de cancionesOh that shit remind me of the good times This shit remind me of the good times Oh that shit remind me of (Realest shit I ever wrote) Remind me of, remind me of, remind me of (If you like it let it go That’s the shit I miss the most) Oh that shit remind me of the good times This shit remind me of the good times Oh this shit remind me of being somber in the club Hanging out with tons of girls and they just wanna do some drugs Oh this shit remind me of fake handshakes and shoulder shrugs Walking into every label, they pretend they gave a fuck Said they love my music, think I’m special, and they wanna sign me Then I leave, and they gon’ say, the same damn thing to the three behind me Oh this shit remind me of why I never sold my soul Two thousand kids in my city they just wanna see me blow Then I went across the country, saw two hundred thousand more Oh this shit remind me of everything I wanted bro So I won’t ever be a rapper that you see complaining If you want it, go and take it, step up, word to Channing Tatum Damn I go so looney on these tunes, I should be animated This is for my English teacher, way back when who always hated Okay Mr. Davis, I won’t rub it in your face But you should turn like all of my grades from some B pluses into As And I know things ain’t always gonna go your way Cause we got shitty jobs and we got bills to pay But I think that the future’s looking super bright So let me see your hands up in the sky like one more time Oh that shit remind me of Remind me of, remind me of, remind me of Oh that shit remind me of the good times This shit remind me of the good times Oh that shit remind me of (Realest shit I ever wrote) Remind me of, remind me of, remind me of (If you like it let it go That’s the shit I miss the most) Oh that shit remind me of the good times This shit remind me of the good times Bring it down like And you been rocking with the The happy camper Oh yeah From Letras Mania