Cause I remember way back when
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Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem
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With some friends George and Jay
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It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
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What a shock it was to be on the steps
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Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
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No regrets cause I learned alot
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And I earned alot in the parking lot
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Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rock
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They used to call me that little white kid
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Who could rock on the two turntables
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And that aint no fable
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Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
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My whole life style switched Hoss
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Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
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But I could never wait for them weekends to come
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Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
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Boom, chick boom, the bass went
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On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement
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Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin
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Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
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And give some love back to those who loved me
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206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
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Little Keesha and Cole
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My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
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Rock round see, you could find me some
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But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club
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Tom Rich and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
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And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
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And Im grateful for this
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Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
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Making demos on my old four track
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Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back [x2]
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Got kicked out again for bein fly
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Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
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An' they treated me like brothers
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R-I-P to their cool ass mother
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An my brother din dada
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For the homies up here I still gotta lot of love
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I wanna go back, way back
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To change things and bring y'all back
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Im pourin beer out for y'all
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Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
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Life brings alot of tragedy
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I look around at times and its so sad to see
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A wasted life, or a broken home
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But all I can do is take care of my own
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I feel so alone like a stranger
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But sometimes I express my love through my anger
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And I lost alot of friends for this
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Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
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And the rest of the Beast crew
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I aint sayin that Im awe, but I still got love for you
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Cause I remember how it used to be
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Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
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To the right and to the left
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Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
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Cause sometimes I feel blessed for sure
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To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
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Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
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Kid Rock and it don't stop
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I Wanna Go Back [x3]
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I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
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I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
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And when times got grim and I lost my way,
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I used to get blown of with Reve
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Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
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Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
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Them New Haven jams
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Me and Blackman running crazy scams,
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Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
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Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
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Spandex shorts and the halter tops
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Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops
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The only white kid walkin' round on the block,
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Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
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Go see Howard for what ya need
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Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed
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Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
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People used to say, Rock you got soul
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Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
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Chuck D and Murph were the original three
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Now Richard D and Cracker are down with me
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I got a studio record and a taste of fame
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But when I roll throught the Clem it's all the same
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Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
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Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
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But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
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Cause ta me life a have now lives for two
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Yeah, and that's where I'm at
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I wanna go back [x3]
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Let it ride, let it ride
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way back, uh-huh
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I Wanna Go Back
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| Kid Rock |
