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Memory Lane

 

Memory Lane

(альбом: Survivor Of The Trenches - 2022)


You know, like
Life be fucked up, it got a funny way of twisting things, know what I'm sayin'?
You just gotta watch and be prepared
It's like, before I self destruct
In a moment, your life could be over

Yeah, I ain't on no sad boy shit, when I spit the shit, I bet the streets relate to 'em
Yeah, and I hate going down memory lane, but yeah, I gotta recognize this shit a part of my story
But it's a lot of shit I'm holding in, I don't recognize my friends, shit get scary at night
Nowadays these niggas'll turn you in, no matter if you kin, got a gut feeling that these niggas ain't right
Don't fault me if I overdose off pills, take shots to the head
Ho, don't me leave alone, I feel scared
And I been getting sick a lot lately
My time coming to an end, I'm just so tired of being patient

I said I'm gon' leave these streets, but I can't, I'm in too deep
For the people gon' hold me strong, but deep inside, I feel so weak
Lost track of my days today, I don't know which day it is of the week
I can't think and I can't focus, don't know the last time I was sleep
I'm holding on, I'm being strong, that's what I tell myself
This music shit my therapy, that's what I tell myself
But ain't no helping
Majority of the time, I feel helpless
When I do it for them, they say I'm real, when I do it for myself, they say I'm selfish
I don't know what's real
A broken soul, I'm healing still
All these niggas make me sick, they make me ill
I just got off the phone with Ksoo, asked him how he feel
He say it's death or jail behind me, so I know it's real (I love you, nigga)
YBeezy up in feds, schedule videocalls
Every time we get off the phone, I swear a tear fall
Looking at all my comments, I see RICO cases
I just logged out of Instagram so I can situate these things
All these blogs is posting shit
Y'all the ones promote the shit
All the good the nigga did, y'all don't even post the shit
But I ain't saying all this shit is y'all fault, oh
I keep it real, I put myself at fault, oh
Hate putting the internet in my biz, hate the way it escalated
Why it feel when I scream who I smoke the only time I'm elevating?
Why you know you so gifted when you're dead and gone?
I don't know if I'm bound to make it home

Yeah, I ain't on no sad boy shit, when I spit the shit, I bet the streets relate to 'em
Yeah, and I hate going down memory lane, but yeah, I gotta recognize this shit a part of my story
But it's a lot of shit I'm holding in, I don't recognize my friends, shit get scary at night
Nowadays these niggas'll turn you in, no matter if you kin, got a gut feeling that these niggas ain't right
Don't fault me if I overdose off pills, take shots to the head
Ho, don't me leave alone, I feel scared
And I been getting sick a lot lately
My time coming to an end, I'm just so tired of being patient

Hey, fuck the critics
Hate when people tell me that they love me, lowkey they against me
I just found the pieces to the puzzle, I'm the one who missing (I am)
Nerve-wracking (Nerve-wracking), my mama nerves bad (My mama nerves bad)
Rap or go off to college, he just lost his father
His pops was like my pops, I told him that I got him
Ayy, hold on strong, you hear me, lil' bruh? Yeah
Why everybody tend to fold when you need 'em?
When they say they love me, I don't believe 'em
I just caught a score
Don't try doing CPR 'cause I don't have a heart
Tryna focus on my future because my past is dark
I got war wounds, it done left a scar
And this pain the reason where we are

Yeah, I ain't on no sad boy shit, when I spit the shit, I bet the streets relate to 'em
Yeah, and I hate going down memory lane, but yeah, I gotta recognize this shit a part of my story
But it's a lot of shit I'm holding in, I don't recognize my friends, shit get scary at night
Nowadays these niggas'll turn you in, no matter if you kin, got a gut feeling that these niggas ain't right
Don't fault me if I overdose off pills, take shots to the head
Ho, don't me leave alone, I feel scared
And I been getting sick a lot lately
My time coming to an end, I'm just so tired of being patient

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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