� � 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 *** me over � � What if who dat boi is rhetorical and this *** 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 � � *** � � 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 ***ty 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 � � *** � � 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 �