Six in the morning Never gonna talk about it Feel the way Feel the way Feel the way Take me back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in a winter cold Water cold water Yeah take me back to November what's up Can we go back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in a winter day up Deep thoughts deep thoughts now take me back to November what's up What if clans are fucking me over What if who dat boi is rhetorical and this shit is over, What if I'm hustling backwards What if my accountant ain't paying my taxes, Filling his pockets and the IRS show up asking me questions I couldn't answer cause I was too busy trying to make classics What if my music too weird for the masses And I'm only known for tweets more than beats or All my day ones turn to three fours cause the track's seven Fuck What if I get stuck What if I got comfortable I gotta keep it buck 50 what If I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera At them shitty apartments that's across the bank of America Damn I will be hurting right now Bank of America Damn I will be hurting Writing all of these songs cause wifi wasn't working Last year in total I put out two verses But five, seven figures since then life's kinda perfect Oh is it really, oh is it really Bitch you know that then they really, really, really Till they see all that billing how I mill it right When they can't relate em when they start to hate em They don't drive this car so what's they ultimatum Tell me what's your November Is it a person Mine was the summer 06 I remember Fuck What if I thought the brake was the gas What if I crash, what if these deep thoughts was my last Let me pull over quick And drive back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water Yeah take me back to November, what's up Can we go back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts Now take me back to November, what's up My November was those odd future Sundays When you just gotta skate, go on a date My November was Puff's birthday My November was when I was gifted this Gatsby Gilbert My November was when my brother took me to my first concert My November was summer 2015 When I fell in love with someone in Buffalo 2014, Miami 43rd Street Every day was November Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Ain't doin' fine, lost my motherfuckin' mind Time travel back ain't helpin' me fine Take me back, take me back to November, no Take my back, back, back Take me back to November, November My November is right now I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion Opposite of my heart, ready to slow down at the ending Cause the love that I got for you has exceeded appearance The lyrics aren't matter of fact, I'ma just call you so you can hear it If you do answer, I'll play it to state facts Although I already know the response you gon' say back At that point I'll hang up, disappear and just stay back And if you don't, I'll leave a voicemail with the playback Hello, no one is available to take your call Please leave a message after the tone Beep