Back to 2010

[Intro]
Yeah
Way back
Way, way back
2010 shit
[Verse 1]
Snapback crooked in the back of the Uber
Fake ID in the air like a rumor
VIP wristband, we ain't paid for shit
Whole squad in the line like "we run this bitch"
Black jeans, cheap cologne in the bathroom
Taking shots from a bottle in a stall like "soon"
DJ dropping every track from that summer
Sweat on the walls, last call, no bummer
[Pre-Chorus]
We were too young to care, too loud to listen
Middle of the crowd, bad decisions
Phone at 2%, lost in the night
But we felt like gods in that neon light
[Chorus]
Take me back to 2010, we were fucked up, young, and reckless
Middle of the floor, no stress, just drinks, bad texts, and exes
Screaming every hook like it's our last breath, throat all wrecked and raw
Yeah, we didn't know shit but we swore we knew it all
Take me back to 2010, 2010, oh
Take me back to 2010, 2010, oh (let's go)
[Verse 2]
Spilling that drink on my brand new kicks
You laughed in my face like "you messy as shit"
You pulled me close when the chorus hit
Screamed in my ear, said "I feel this, bitch"
We kissed outside while the bouncer was smoking
You stole his lighter and we both started choking
On that cheap-ass buzz and the cold night air
Middle of the street like we owned that square
[Pre-Chorus]
We were too broke for cabs, too drunk to walk straight
Talking big dreams on a plastic crate
You said "one day we gon' get out this town"
I said "fuck that, run it right now"
[Chorus]
Take me back to 2010, we were fucked up, young, and reckless
Middle of the floor, no stress, just drinks, bad texts, and exes
Screaming every hook like it's our last breath, throat all wrecked and raw
Yeah, we didn't know shit but we swore we knew it all
Take me back to 2010, 2010, oh
Take me back to 2010, 2010, oh (one more time)
[Bridge]
Where the fuck did all those nights go
All those house keys in the light show
All those numbers in my flip phone
Names I don't remember but it felt like home
[Chorus]
Take me back to 2010, we were fucked up, young, and reckless
Middle of the floor, no stress, just drinks, bad texts, and exes
Screaming every hook like it's our last breath, throat all wrecked and raw
Yeah, we didn't know shit but we swore we knew it all
Take me back to 2010, 2010, oh
Take me back to 2010, 2010, oh (yeah, yeah)

rap, High-energy EDM-hip hop crossover with male vocals; crisp four-on-the-floor kick under bouncy trap hats, bright saw synths, and fat sidechained bass. Verses ride a swaggering rap flow that locks into the groove; pre-chorus strips to claps and vocal to build tension, then the chorus explodes with stacked shout-alongs and wide festival leads. Occasional pitched-down ad-libs and crowd samples to sell the wild party nostalgia., edm, hip hop