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Going Back To Cali/Mic Control

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Date
04/12/2011
File Info
Song
4.8 MB
3 min 32 sec
Score
4.30 / 5.00

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Rated 4.30 / 5 stars
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Genres:
Other - Ska
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Author Comments

This song is based on a true story. It's actually two songs combined. The second song (which almost has a completely different meaning) starts as "Wiseman told". See if you can interpret the meaning. Or not. Just listen. And enjoy. Possibly. Ok.

LYRICS:
Walking down the Ridgecrest streets
Never felt like shit to me
Though I can admit, it was as bad as it could get
Still it never felt like shit to me

Singing songs in many stylee about my old place
I never felt so redundant
At least I'm not as ignorant
Fuck all this new age bullshit
Just wanna go back to the same old shit
The happy times, the high times
Then with my bros back in California

'Cause I'm going back, packing bags, Cali
Going back, packing bags, Cali
Going back, packing bags, Cali
Going back, packing bags, Cali

And I'm bringing a friend with me
With name like trees
We smoke a lot of weed
He got to know me
Enough to show me
That he can be around me

And I remember
Walking down the Ridgecrest streets
Never felt like shit to me
Though I can admit, It was as bad as it could get
Still it never felt like shit to me

Wiseman told, these young bones
Gotta get ahold when I'm feenin
Gotta wake up when I'm dreaming
Gotta get numb when I'm feeling
Still dealing about times without my rhymes
I'm cleaning up my act

Now I'm dreaming
When I open my mouth to breathe in
You scream for me, you scream for me

I wanna get ahold of my soul
'Cause Bradley taught me about mic control
I wanna get ahold of my soul
'Cause Bradley taught me about mic control

The way I move
The way I find the way to rhyme
The way I move
I try to rhyme so many times
The way I groove

Listening, glistening
Something else happens to me, then
Trying to shout out that I'm going with the wrong crowd
And when I bounce back I'll swing by with an ounce sack
Then we'll smoke the dome 'til our heads go home home home

I wanna get ahold of my soul
'Cause Bradley taught me about mic control
I wanna get ahold of my soul
'Cause Bradley taught me about mic control

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