Going on a trip, I'll be back home, boy I'll see you later
Going back to a time when I know everything was straighter
Everything's great now but back then it was greater
And I don't need no clothes I go in just what I'm wearing
Matter fact I just go back to what I used to wear then
Going back to a time when this music shit was more than business
Back to a time when I knew my niggas was down and if they still is
And I didn't have to be forever surrounded by a million bitches
No matter how bad my life was
I still got love no matter how mad my man was
I can dream, it's a simple thing
I'm building a time machine