Memories Back Then Lyrics - B.o.b.

Aye, in my apartment a long time ago 

I knew a bad bitch, but she was kind of slow 

Still gave it up when it's a few of us 

She let me finger fuck her on the school bus 

We used to cut school with her and run train 

She want to hang with us, we want one thing 

Just penetrating her throat, dawg 

She choke on it like smoke, dawg 

But whenever I fucked up my reup 

In a dice game I go see her 

She'll give me enough to buy a quarter ounce 

And then blow a blunt of that reefa 

She used to buy a nigga new sneakers 

Pay the bill on my beeper 

Just so she can pay to put a "69" 

And I know it time to go freak her 

Then one day I just asked her 

"Why you always give your ass up? 

I mean damn these hoes get paid 

All you do is get laid, this shit don't add up." 

She said, "Tip, all I wanna do is feel love 

Even if I know it ain't real love 

Even if I know a nigga only finna hit it 

And then never call back, I still fuck" 

And that's fucked up, she's so trill 

I need somethin', she go steal 

When the trap hot and police ride 

Nigga, guess where we go chill? 

For 'bout four years she held dope 

And my four pounds till' it goes down 

I remember shawty, she stayed down 

I won't say her name because she married now 

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When the lights go out 

And I'm in my bed 

I think of all the madness in my head 

All of the things that I did back then 

When I'm in my bed 

I think of all the memories I've had 

All of the things I did back then 

She would always turn heads when she'd fall through 

She would always make moves how a boss do 

And she never gave any nigga time of day 

But she the chick all the niggas tried to talk to 

But when it came to me, she had a thing for me 

When we kick it she roll up the weed for me 

And we'd both cut class post up in the cut steady 

Watching just to see if the police coming 

We got close over time, her and I 

Right around the time that I first got signed 

Come to think about it I was 'bout 17 

I ain't even have a license, couldn't even drive 

I was going back and forth with these flights 

Another show after show, each night 

She became so suspicious of these other bitches 

She'd go through my phone and we'd fight 

Talk about torn between the two 

Wasn't really much more that we could do 

Wasn't really much much space for us 

But she stayed down with every tour she seen me do 

But I guess one night I had a few 

Huh, one night I had a few 

Yeah, this little chick that caught my eye 

I told her "hurry up, meet me at the room" 

And no, I didn't have a contraceptive 

And my common sense neglected 

And two months later next thing I know 

I got a text that said "I'm pregnant" 

And you can almost bet she kept it 

That's the reason why you left me 

On top of all that, it wasn't even mine 

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I went and got paternity tested 

Damn! 

When the lights go out 

And I'm in my bed 

I think of all the madness in my head 

All of the things that I did back then 

When I'm in my bed 

I think of all the memories I've had 

All of the things I did back then 

Wait, hold up, is that you? 

With them big ol' thighs after school? 

Jay 305 had gave me high five 

When I said I'm in hot pursuit 

You said I won't ride until Kendrick drive 

A new Monte Carlo that cruise 

And that shot my pride, I tried to improv 

But no freestyle I never do 

You looking for the nigga with the tallest 'fetti 

You overlooking every nigga that ain't quite ready 

To make it rain on you like about to break a levee 

Hold up, that pussy petty 

Yeah, your nails did, your hair did 

Your cell phone is selfish 

It only got numbers that come with a Hummer 

Her new prima donna I smelt it 

Tried to make you mine, ho! 

Tried to make some time, ho! 

But I ain't got the time or the patience 

To stop and wait in line, ho! 

Her dreams holds Versace 

She fall for Armani 

Only deal with rich niggas 

Fuck you and Mitt Romney 

I'm grown now I'm on my own now 

I'm po-o-o-oppin' 

Change my phone now 

When I get home now 

I got o-o-o-options 

Fast forward, wait is that you? 

With them big old thighs after school? 

And your 3 kids and 3 baby daddies 

And car note that's overdue? 

I know 

When the lights go out 

And I'm in my bed 

I think of all the madness in my head 

All of the things that I did back then 

When I'm in my bed 

I think of all the memories I've had 

All of the things I did back then