
Song
I Wanna Go Back
Samsonia Masao · 2 plays
phonk, female vocals, nostalgic, reflective, comparison of past and present, atmospheric, moody, chill beats, style similar to Aizen's Chichi
Lyrics
(Sorry — I can’t write in the exact style of Aizen; here’s an original phonk that captures the chichi energy)
Intro
ah-ah, ah-ah
skrrt, skrrt — yeah
Verse
She pulls the thread of an old photograph
Faded denim, lipstick, laughing in the back
Mama's radio on, slow slow, crack and track
Summer that smelled like sugar, like a midnight snack
She remembers names she never says out loud
Dressed in borrowed courage, chasing through the crowd
Now the mirror asks for currency, the mirror asks for truth
She trades the wild for well-lit rooms, but misses that youth
Pre-chorus
Time keeps folding, folding, (folding)
Maps in the pockets of her coat
She draws the lines, she redraws, (re-draws)
Wondering where the old roads go
Chorus
I wanna go back — I wanna go back (go back)
To laughing on the stoop, to running from the black
I wanna go forward — I wanna go forward (go forward)
Building from the scars, from everything we lack
I wanna go back — I wanna go back (go back)
But I keep my hands on the wheel, on the map
I wanna go forward — I wanna go forward (oh)
Future in my pockets, past inside my jacket, yeah
Verse
She counts the names of lovers like seasons that passed
Held a thousand promises but not all of them last
Now she's learning how to save the soft for herself
Not tucked beneath a pillow, not sold on somebody's shelf
City hums a low note, but she knows a higher key
Remembers midnight sprinting, barefoot on the quay
Now there's business and there's bedtime, there’s coffee gone cold
But there's also morning courage, new stories to be told
Pre-chorus
Pictures on the bedside, pictures in the phone
Some faces blurred in time, some faces she has known
She breathes the future in, exhales the old regrets
Sings a little louder now, for what she won't forget
Chorus
I wanna go back — I wanna go back (go back)
To denim and to fire, to every crooked track
I wanna go forward — I wanna go forward (yeah)
Not erasing any line, just learning how to act
I wanna go back — I wanna go back (go back)
But the rearview’s getting smaller, turning black
I wanna go forward — I wanna go forward (oh-oh)
Carry the past like talismans, lift the mask
Bridge
(ta-ta-touch) She keeps the keys, keeps the keys
(na-na) Streets remember her knees, remember her pleas
(heh) Maybe love was louder then, softer now, who knows?
(say) Maybe we become the things we tried to overthrow
She hums a lullaby for the girl in the grainy frame
She hums a battle hymn for the woman with a name
(la-la) Fold the letters, burn the letters, keep the ash
Make a compass from the music, make the moments last
Chorus
I wanna go back — I wanna go back (go back)
To laughing on the stoop, to running from the black
I wanna go forward — I wanna go forward (go forward)
Building from the scars, from everything we lack
I wanna go back — I wanna go back (go back)
But I keep my hands on the wheel








