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[Verse 1: Mibbs] See back in high school I used to love to see you out in the bleachers The reason why I couldn't pay attention to teachers The first day I seen you, I knew you were a keeper Fly from your hair to the sole of your sneakers Your first boyfriend didn't know how to treat ya You laughed when you heard I put his ass in a sleeper Cause he didn't deserve you, cause he had the nerve to Disrespect ya momma keep you out past curfew March 31st was the day of my pursuit May 25th was the day of our first woooo June 13th was the day that I hurt you And all you did was leave me with the trace of your perfume September 4th the new school year started And I heard you with Marvin well I heard he's retarded I conjured up a plan to break you up with your man And it all worked well we got back by college He don't hit it like I hit it boo, not like how big Mibbs do My connection is spiritual, I'll be raising my kids with you You just keep your body tight, make-up sex every time we fight I'll get you a ring when the time is right When your mind is right and mine is right Dynamite, I'm in flight Feeling like this feeling is wide open And I'm floating, to that whiter light Hope you wear your tights tonight, you know that's like my favorite theme Washing up with that Maybelline, like I'm hearing an angel sing (angel sing) [Chorus: Mibbs (and Ty Dolla $ign)] Thought I was gone, but now, baby, it's on (So glad were back together) Thought I was gone, but now, baby, it's on (So glad were back together) Thought I was gone, but now, baby, it's on (And I never, said I never) Thought I was gone, but now, baby, it's on (Never let you go again) [Verse 2: Like] Please excuse the late attendance We promised we'd show up, we just had to straightening business Cause some was hating bitches, we out here chasing riches Was plotting on your spot while y'all was flossing taking pictures, cheese! Cheddar cheese, hella trees, smell the weed We blowing, we floating, seven seas, speed boating Tell 'em freeze, we going for the safe See that weapon he's holding, he's going for the face, red dot Head shot, we roll up in that place, nine deep No line, no admission, nice try, no permission I'm fly, no magician trick, this is it, Mr. Ritz Either Ferragamo or some vintage shit Don't mention kicks 'less they 808's or You rocking some classic shit they don't make boy I'mma tell you, I've been beasting on these tracks These other niggas thinking they can rap 'Til you throw 'em in the pit and watch them sleeping on they backs (Damn) Bending corners, tipping over, sipping on some Henn and Cola Basketball champ, can drop 20 in some penny loafers Killa Cal, this the style, blow them whistles on ya Raised where the cops can't wait to pull them pistols on ya [Chorus: Mibbs (and Ty Dolla $ign)] Thought I was gone, but now, baby, it's on (So glad were back together) Thought I was gone, but now, baby, it's on (So glad were back together) Thought I was gone, but now, baby, it's on (And I never, said I never) Thought I was gone, but now, baby, it's on (Never let you go again) [Outro: Ty Dolla $ign] So glad were back together So glad were back together And I'll never let you go (Aw yea, Aw yeea)