Big K.R.I.T. - Never Going Back lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. - Never Going Back lyrics

[Intro] See Me on Top, Volume 4, Shawty Cadillactica, coming soon November, pimpin', it's going down [Hook] I'm never going back To that broke sh** 9 to 5, getting by, being po' sh** I'm never going back Pockets low sh** To all the mothaf**as out here on that ho sh** I'm never going back To bumming rides Taking chances, riding dirty to survive I'm never going back (x3) [Verse 1] Only lord knows To a pocket full of lint and bullsh** clothes One bill away from being in the suit line Yeah, my n***a got jammed, but I'm gonna get mine Damn, my n***a got kids, I gotta help out If I don't fight for my spot, then I'm left out, stressed out Hoping God can throw a good son a blessing Cause going two days without eating just ain't healthy Sitting in this four corner room, consuming all my doubts Eviction notice been due, they bound to kick us out Cop a room for the night, deep off in the drought I'm too grown to be on grandma's couch [Hook] [Verse 2] Where they left me at? Out here for the wolves When you hustle just to scrape for change, hard to play it cool Now it's Louis loafers, all on your sofa, like, 'f** this couch' Went from crinkled dollars to banding benjis and large amounts Let's say[?], pray over this cake we cutting Been on my grown man sh** since ladies [?] I rest on a cot, they see a lock[?] I touch down in every spot It takes a vacay just to shop She bougie, only seen the type of sh** in the movie Live the type of life you wish that you knew me Grew up rocking Gibraltar[?], white tees, bubble toes, and Pumas Now it's [deadstock] stock[motherf**er] [Hook] [Verse 3] To folding clothes, at clothing stores, for $5.84[?] To pay bills and work some more on the daily Na, baby, no party for my b-day I'm sorry I can't be there I'm out here chasing payment Lately my heart been aching I feel like I should do better The world we in gets colder and colder Go get my sweater and bundle up Summer just ain't warm enough to heat the souls of many I'm out here scraping pennies Pray the crooked law don't sentence me to d**h With my hands up, hard to pull my pants up Running for dear life while I'm jammed up Slammed and mishandled 'em Police there[?] [?] cameras while media Wikipedia me to be a vandal Memories of energy flow through my burned candles On the corner 'till the wind blow I wrote that bar for all my dope selling kin folk Risk taking everyday I pray that y'all settle down, get married, find a wife, then throw a bouquet, have kids, and be safe And teach 'em what our parents didn't teach us The music just don't reach 'em like it reach us So now it's on us to be the leaders Cause we never going back [Outro] As long as you felt it, and it touched your soul That's king me [?]

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