i wanna go back lyrics

[Intro]
Do you know where Paul is?
(cy4ne)

[Chorus: cy4ne]
Sitting in my room thinking of the past
Wanna go back, yeah, I wanna go back
Thinking of the times, when it would last
Now I feel like getting smoked on that f*ckin' pack
All these calls through the night, that's what's f*ckin' with my mind
Not even having you by my side, that's what's killing me inside
I've tried my best, but I don't really feel alive
Has the time finally arisen to take the dive?

[Verse 1: cy4ne]
That one b*tch on LSD, another one on XTC
They see me sippin' Hennessy, tryna shoot me, Kennedy
I was blind but now I see
Don't you realize you're trapped in a simulation
Everything you feel is a false sensation (Sensation, sensation)
Every move I make, it's all for you
Feels like a mistake, 'cause love ain't true
You're the center of my Universe, but I'm not even a star
Feel the pulse of my heartbeat, but I ain't on your radar
I just took another Xanny and I wanna overdose
Can't escape my vices, 'cause I'm so trapped and so lost
[Chorus: cy4ne]
Sitting in my room thinking of the past
Wanna go back, yeah, I wanna go back
Thinking of the times, when it would last
Now I feel like getting smoked on that f*ckin' pack

[Verse 2: hateoryx]
Thinking 'bout the past, I wanna go back
I-I'm smoking on these packs 'til my lungs are f*cking black
Where you got these racks? And they keep beggin' tracks
Gettin' all these bands with always cy4ne
Try and play me like a doll, nah, I don't really want love
Hit a blinker, f*cked up, f*cked up
See me dancin' in my chair, is that she wanna f*ck?
I-I-I don't really want none​, want none
Smoking on a blunt and I ain't f*ckin' with no molly
b*tches wanna hit me, I don't answer when they callin'
They keep see me going, I'm on live, I'll drown in molly
T-t-that b*tch on my neck, b*tch, 'cause I know I'ma be ballin'

[Outro: cy4ne]
Sitting in my room thinking of the past
Wanna go back, yeah, I wanna go back
Thinking of the times, when it would last
Now I feel like getting smoked on that f*ckin' pack
Sitting in my room thinking of the past
Wanna go back, yeah, I wanna go back
Thinking of the times, when it would last
Now I feel like getting smoked on that f*ckin' pa-a—