Lean Back Jason Little | Jason Little | Withecker | Lean Back

Owwwwww! Uh! I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, now lean back Lean back, now lean back I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, now lean back Lean back, now lean back I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (Let's go!) I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens Nigga, Im from New Heaven, Connecticut; shit happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place Half the niggas in the Squad got a scar on their face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a youngin, was too much to cope with Why you think, muh'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit? Should've been called Armed Robbery Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit Skinny nigga with the shotty was the logo, kid Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now And that G4 can fly through any weather now See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions This is why I sport the chinchilla: hurt they feelings You can find JC at all types of shit Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit If 5-0 come then they'd proudly squeal Cause half these rappers they blow like Derek Foreal I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, now lean back Lean back, now lean back I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, now lean back Lean back, now lean back I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (Let's go!)

I know you say you know me, know me well But these days I don't even know myself, no I always thought I'd be with someone else I thought I would own the way I felt, yeah I call you but you never even answer I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all the laughter That I forget about the pain Whoah, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it But I keep on coming back to you I know my friends they give me bad advice Like move on, get you out my mind But don't you think I haven't even tried You got me cornered and my hands are tied You got me so addicted to the drama I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all the laughter That I forget about the pain Whoah, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it But I keep on coming back to you (Back to you) And I guess you'll never know All the bullshit that you put me through And I guess you'll never know, no So you can cut me up and kiss me harder You can be the pill to ease the pain 'Cause I know I'm addicted to your drama Baby, here we go again Whoah, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it But I keep on coming back to you (Back to you) Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you (Back to you) Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you Back to you, oh, no, no I just keep on coming back to you