O'hene Savant - Throwback Love lyrics

Verse 1: My love's like a ‘70s flick Throwback for the ebony chicks Foxy, Pam Grier with the heavenly hips And by God she is definitely thick Watch me, get vintage when the lights out go Dust off the vinyl and tell me what you know ‘bout MFSB NLSG sm es'ed me, NLSC If you can get with the an*log It's like touch-screens they'll be a lot of hands involved When you touch me you know that all bets are off You know the rules and the lines you should never cross See I'm a throwback especially how I throw back Go back home with a whole lot of Kodaks Just tryna preserve the memories When you look back remember me and you see (*talk-boxing*) Verse 2: My love's like a ‘80s flick I loved Vanity, damn Prince made me sick I coulda been Bruce Leroy Standing in my b-boy stance But I guess glittery pants was a decoy Tryna hit on a sis with a gold rope But no hope for slow pokes, I'm so broke But you can come to my spot and rock Tone Lōc Or we can go to your house and try grown folk You need to take those Filas off As I rub on your feet how soft Lovely, I feel the vibe and you need not talk Them other guys not me at all Trust me, I'm a throwback, I go back to tape decks Eight-tracks and ADATs ok yes I'm lost and you know that much But I come back for that throwback love So throw that, love (*talk-boxing*) Verse 3: Like a ‘90s movie you move me A whole lot of things that you do to me Watching the Fugees, rockin' a Coogi Psych, some cross colors and some blue [?] You remind me of [?] in stature I bring some to Kingston to get at cha Speaking patois, that's what I wanna hear You know I'm taking you back like a couple years Yeah, though your clothes are baggy You leanin' out them jeans, I notice that see My mind does wander, I'm just tryna Connect like job[?] plus [?] mama This is the 4-1-1 hon, image Records still selling and us going platinum We do it big and you know that, love It's only right with that throwback love So throw that, love (*talk-boxing*)