Take Me Back to the Rec

Mmm. Used to slide through on a Friday night. Lights low,

everything felt right. Master spinning, vinyl smoke in the air. Dreaming bigger than

Rome, yeah, at time we didn't care. Danger Crew tags

on every wall. Orange paint dripping down the hall. Mic in our hand,

feeling so divine. Back when the future was yours and mine. Now it's high

rise ceilings but I still feel the floor. Echoes of the laughter that ain't

there no more. Close my eyes, I can see it clear. Those golden days

still pulling me near. Take me back to the rec. Where the nights