Memory Lane
Hiding from my past
I don't want it to last
It's all in the past
I'm moving on, still tryna fight
Still tryna do what's right
Getting hard to fight for what's right
Can't tell right from wrong
I guess that's why people rip on that bong
Makes them feel so strong
Still gotta be strong for you
Still tryna see it through
Still tryna see us Through
Don't know what to do
God tell me what the fuck I gotta do
Trip down memory lane
Got me thinking on pain
That's lives in my Brain
Demons in my brain
They won't go away, ya they wanna stay
Ain't nobody feeling like ZaNe
Feeling like Kurt Cobain
Bullet through my brain
Pull me out this game
Cuz hate this fucking game
And I hate your goddamn games
Don't rlly wanna play
Please make them go away
Please make them go the fuck away
But damn I hate rats
Imma knock a rat flat
Snitches get stitches we ain't fucking with these bitches
Gotta get up outta here
Gotta get away from here
And I'm on my way out
Say that shit without a goddamn doubt
Ain't doing this for no fucking clout
Yah yah
Damn mama one day you gon see me on the top ayy
Damn mama one day imma see all these haters flop ayy
Trips down memory lane got me fucking with fake friends
And when I fuck up no one makes amends
Fuck these fake friends they just in it for those bands
They don't really care when you crash your fancy benz
Counting these bands
And I'm counting those bands
I got fans in the stands
They go mad when I dance
Cuz I put em in a goddamn trance
Glad god gave me this chance
Just like chance this shit gonna work out
Don't dance with fire
Don't dance with fire
Trips down memory lane when my boys they were Boy Scouts
I remember being told we had to move out
Yeah I bet we was fazed yah no fucking doubt
I remember being broke wearing Reebok's
I remember lil sis watching those tiktoks
I remember lil bro on that xbox
Don't hate on me till you see my shit flop
Don't talk to me cuz damn you a real thot
I ain't gonna spend my life runnin' from the ops
Riding in a Bentley coupe that's a straight up cop
I'm gonna spend my life driving fancy cars
I'm gonna spend my life spitting fire of these fire bars
Y'all can hate
I'm so high go to mars
Don't temp fate, look to the sky, fuck rottin' in a prison yard
This ain't no game, we all knew it gonna be hard
Got a long way to go, gotta travel far
I ain't changing for no Ho, be who you fucking are
Yah Z-A-N-E that's me
I don't want it to last
It's all in the past
I'm moving on, still tryna fight
Still tryna do what's right
Getting hard to fight for what's right
Can't tell right from wrong
I guess that's why people rip on that bong
Makes them feel so strong
Still gotta be strong for you
Still tryna see it through
Still tryna see us Through
Don't know what to do
God tell me what the fuck I gotta do
Trip down memory lane
Got me thinking on pain
That's lives in my Brain
Demons in my brain
They won't go away, ya they wanna stay
Ain't nobody feeling like ZaNe
Feeling like Kurt Cobain
Bullet through my brain
Pull me out this game
Cuz hate this fucking game
And I hate your goddamn games
Don't rlly wanna play
Please make them go away
Please make them go the fuck away
But damn I hate rats
Imma knock a rat flat
Snitches get stitches we ain't fucking with these bitches
Gotta get up outta here
Gotta get away from here
And I'm on my way out
Say that shit without a goddamn doubt
Ain't doing this for no fucking clout
Yah yah
Damn mama one day you gon see me on the top ayy
Damn mama one day imma see all these haters flop ayy
Trips down memory lane got me fucking with fake friends
And when I fuck up no one makes amends
Fuck these fake friends they just in it for those bands
They don't really care when you crash your fancy benz
Counting these bands
And I'm counting those bands
I got fans in the stands
They go mad when I dance
Cuz I put em in a goddamn trance
Glad god gave me this chance
Just like chance this shit gonna work out
Don't dance with fire
Don't dance with fire
Trips down memory lane when my boys they were Boy Scouts
I remember being told we had to move out
Yeah I bet we was fazed yah no fucking doubt
I remember being broke wearing Reebok's
I remember lil sis watching those tiktoks
I remember lil bro on that xbox
Don't hate on me till you see my shit flop
Don't talk to me cuz damn you a real thot
I ain't gonna spend my life runnin' from the ops
Riding in a Bentley coupe that's a straight up cop
I'm gonna spend my life driving fancy cars
I'm gonna spend my life spitting fire of these fire bars
Y'all can hate
I'm so high go to mars
Don't temp fate, look to the sky, fuck rottin' in a prison yard
This ain't no game, we all knew it gonna be hard
Got a long way to go, gotta travel far
I ain't changing for no Ho, be who you fucking are
Yah Z-A-N-E that's me
Credits
Writer(s): Emily Erin Enderlin, Eric Paslay, Jason Delkou
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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