Letras:
Queen Going Back

I think I'm going back To the things I learnt so well in my youth I think I'm returning to Those days when I was young enough to know the truth Now there

kept it on his hip like a cell phone If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back and

gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it, never back down, 'specially when Al Green in the background, Now bitch hit the weed and turn that ass round, It's time to bring back

pop like snap crackle let's hit the chapel and go get a castle cause you know I'm the Queen but I let the king roam cause it is going down like syndrome

your wayward ways and loving craze and crazy days and things you?de say and looks you made you?re not the queen of hearts you?re the queen of spades and

between Guadalquivir and old Saville, And at dead of night the whistle blows, and people hear she's running still... And then they hush their children back

: The fading scent of summertime arbutus trees and firs the glistening of rain-soaked moss going to the dairy queen at dusk down narrow roads in autumn

used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong where this rapper going with that obscure

wings Going back in black through my neighbourhood My main street middle class Hollywood Jenny?s all jet-set Purple Rain cassette Looking like she was the queen