November

Say some more, never want to talk about it Feel a way, woah Feel a way, woah Feel a way, woah Take me back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water Yeah, take me back to November, wassup Can we go back to November? Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter Deep thoughts, deep thoughts Naw, take me back to November, wassup What if Clancy fuckin' me over? What if 'Who Dat Boy' is rhetorical and this shit is over? What if I'm hustling backwards? What if my accountant ain't payin' my taxes? Fillin' his pockets, and IRS show up asking me questions I couldn't answer 'cause I was too busy trynna make classics What if my music too weird for the masses? And I'm only known for tweets more than beats or All my day ones turn to three, fours cause of track seven Fuck, what if I get stuck? What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty, what if I lost it all and Ended up back in Ladera at them shitty apartments that's across the Bank of America Damn, I would be hurtin', writing all of these songs 'Cause Wi-Fi wasn't working, last year in total I put out two verses But five seven figures since then, life's kinda perfect Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy Really, Hilly, Willy, Tilly, Silly Hold that billy how I Milly Rock When they can't relate him, when they start to hate him They don't drive these cars So whats they ultimatum? Tell me, whats your November? Is it a person? Mine was the Summer '06, I remember the What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed? What if these deep thoughts was my last? Let me pull over, quick! And drive back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water Yeah, take me back to November, wassup Can we go back to November? Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the Winter Deep thoughts, deep thoughts Naw, take me back to November, wassup Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back I ain't doin' fine Lost my mothafuckin' mind, time travel back and help me find Take me back take me back Take me back take me back "My November is right now" I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion I consider my heart rate has slowed down at the ending Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics Matter of fact, I'mma just call you, so you can hear it If you do answer, I play it to state facts Although I already know the response you gon' say back At that point I'll hang up, disappear and just stay back And if you don't I'll leave a voicemail with the playback Hello, no one is available to take your call, please leave a message after the tone