Back in My Bag Lyrics – Caleb Gordon

Back in My Bag Lyrics by Caleb Gordon

Back in my— (aye, 2000 e-s-t)
I’m back in my bag, back in my— (yeah, o-c-o-e-e)
Back in my bag, i’m back in my—
I’m back in my bag, i’m back in my bag, uh

Back in my bag, accurate
I’m in the word playing tag
Back in the acura, back with my dad
That’s way too accurate, accurate

Wait, wait, hol’ on, that’s too much information
Aquabat, watch how i flip out the past
Let me in like i whipped out my badge
This, this right here, this my swag

I—, i guess the cat’s out the bag
This, this right here, this my swag
I—, i guess the cat’s out the big boy duffle
Mom ain’t spare the rod, i ain’t get in big boy trouble

Young boy, smart mouth, got in big boy scuffles
Michael jordan shoes, only thing i had to hustle
You can see the full picture if you livin’ in a bubble
I can tell a lot of y’all ain’t ever been outside

I can tell a lot of y’all ain’t ever been outsidе
Aye, peekin’ out the window
I can tell a lot of y’all ain’t еver been out—
“you gotta back up, we don’t have enough road to get up to 88!”

“road? where we’re going we don’t need road”
Rappin’ on beats like a bone in my teeth
When i get to the beat, it’s like, “bon appétit”
Know what to eat, when i get to the church

And i sit in my seat and the preacher, he preach
Take notes, know every word is for me
I’m with the herd and the king
I know you heard what we sing (2000 e-s-t!)

Most don’t know what it means
Most don’t know what to bring when you rappin’ bout christ
When you rap ’bout the king
Know it come with a price

Devil be talkin’ and tryin’ to entice but he gettin’ sliced
We takin’ over, monopoly, rollin’ the dice
150 precise, that’s how many songs i put out
The way i was droppin’, they think that i dropped every night

I got armor on me, boy, i feel like a knight
They think it’s lord of the rings
This ain’t a sorcery thing
I know the source and the king

Yeah, he the one gave me wings
We fly high but no icarus
When we get close to the sun, we never melt
We just get stronger, superman

Pull up, we spreadin’ the message, no uber man
Cook up the beat, i don’t need a pan
Callin’ my brother, i need a hand
Sometimes, i be fallin’

Used to be flyin’ to neverland
’til i grew up and it made me a better man
When i was a child, i spake as a child
Grew up on beef patties, mild

Devil out here throwin’ flagrant fouls
We stand tall like yao
We take off like rockets
Holy spirit moshpit

We drip hard too often
This beat coughing
I got powers, austin
Every-time i leave the presence of the lord

Shawty love jesus and she fell in love with michael kors
How you gon’ row the boat if you don’t even got no oars?
Pull up to your city, do a pop-up, that’s a college tour
You would think i was jehovah in this way

I’m out here knockin’ doors
In the industry, take this where it ain’t never been before
Uh, uhn, take it where it’s never been!
Great power, great responsibilities, that’s word to uncle ben

Remember, they wasn’t feelin’ me and now, they like, “it’s him”
You holy steppin’, you kin to me, that’s word to manny m
I’m not your man, so don’t kid with me, i’m not your mcm
You actin’ way to friendly, get out of my dm

Please, get out of my dm
’cause my girl see the notifications
Trust me, you gotta be patient
I be spittin’ the parables, they be relatin’

Know we reachin’ the country, we reachin’ the nation
The devil be sick, you know that we changin’ the station
You know that we spreadin’ the news
Just like noah, we movin’ in twos

And please do not get it confused
I do what my father, he tell me to do
So i do what i do, what i do
Like scooby, trust me, this life is a movie

No uzi, tossin’ and makin’ a move
He approved me, you should go check out the tomb, it’s empty
I’m spreadin’ the script’ quick like—
“the greatest trick the devil ever pulled

Was convincing the world he didn’t exist”
“god have mercy on your soul”
Back in my bag, accurate
I’m in the word playing tag

Back in the acura, back with my dad
That’s way too accurate, accurate
Wait, wait, hol’ on, that’s too much information
Aquabat, watch how i flip out the past

Let me in like i whipped out my badge
This, this right here, this my swag
I—, i guess the cat’s out the bag
This, this right here, this my swag

I—, i guess the cat’s out the big boy duffle
Mom ain’t spare the rod, i ain’t get in big boy trouble
Young boy, smart mouth, got in big boy scuffles
Michael jordan shoes, only thing i had to hustle

You can’t see the full picture if you livin’ in a bubble
I can tell a lot of y’all ain’t ever been outside
I can tell a lot of y’all ain’t ever been outside
Aye, peekin’ out the window

I can tell a lot of y’all ain’t ever been out—
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Caleb Gordon Lyrics – Back in My Bag

Caleb Gordon

Back in My Bag