Remind Me Of

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

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

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 all of my grades from B+’s into some A’s

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