// intro //

schyeah

// verse 1 //

feel like adam before my eve, walkin' aimlessly, passin' trees

see, i'm wondering if i'm blasphemous or like lazarus

and if i stumble, will God be catching us? i'm asking cuz'

i got so many worries on my mind and i can barely sleep

keep reading my own novel constantly, i'm kinda 上瘾 on

ironic, i'on even trust my circle, but i carry on

and stay in it, remain in it, reshape me till i feel safe in it

all so i don't freak out 'bout if they wanna blair witch me (ah!)

so do i look at them with apathy, kindness or vandal eyes?

my heart, draw some cute doves, 'cuz everything will fade away

i forgot how to be human, are your feelings certain or randomized?

take me back to the 1950s, where everything's black and white, yeah

// chorus //

give me back a truth i can believe

take me back to when God was our king

give me back all the colours i breathed

take me back there, take me back (ah)

bring me there 'cuz the industry now

bring me there 'cuz we're all high and proud

bring me there now 'cuz everything hurts

i don't know if it's better or worse

// verse 2 //

take me to the 1950s, where everything's black and white

to the time where it's all dictated by the labels and the signs

to when everything was obvious, not even a word need to be spoke

to when the higher-ups provided if you was legally broke

to when i get women from wearing madras, not rawdogging her arse up

to when they had some sense of dignity, sixteen, knew when to start up

bet the angels have seen my movie and said that it was a pity

forced chastity just because nobody wanna get wit' me

so i ball, shooting like the og kneuppel

and i lie to myself about not wanting the milk to spill

want me a petite woman that reminds me of the 50s

with values, but i don't have no say 'cuz decree nisi

time flies, guess it's fleeting, 2020s now but my bitches ain't

and my vision fine, dyslexic but that's aight, need me some vision aids

i'm glad i'm still awake, but i live a life where they all spite me

take me back to the 1950s, where i could pull wearing a white tee

// chorus //

give me back a truth i can believe

take me back to when God was our king

give me back all the colours i breathed

take me back there, take me back (ah)

bring me there 'cuz the industry now

bring me there 'cuz we're all high and proud

bring me there now 'cuz everything hurts

i don't know if it's better or worse