Memories (feat. Beano)

You look back, you look back
You look back, you look back
You look back, you look back

Yeh you look back You look back give yourself some slack
Deep it you seized your life and got it back on track
You ain't gotta worry pat your back and stack a bat
Packing up a racket and that bat is fat that's facts
I look back at my past, and see I've tackled that
Always moving forward when the path began to crack
We gotta recognise, there's hella guys who trap it back
You gotta let it ride a better life is after that (Ay Jay)

Hella reminiscing sitting with my memories (mm)
The only vision was to see if we could get some weed (smoke)
Everyday the same, getting paid and getting waved
Setting up to fail and now that's the shit that gets to me (fuck it)
It's a bitter pill to swallow not like ecstasy (get it down)
Take a trip take a journey and you'll get to see (look)
When you're delving in your mind you gotta see the signs (look)
You got to get regret forget it get and free your mind (double)

I cant remember what I did today
I woke up and then uhh the rest has gone away
My short term memoirs they aint coming out to play
But i can tell you some wee tales of way back in the day
When we were pedalling our pushies far from park to park
Billing up bats big enough to use to see in the dark
They're getting regularly sparked
And popping shotties in the meadows, and walking round for hours looking for footies in the hedgerows

I look back, I look back at my memory
Only when my eyes opened it was plain to see
I realised I could make a life with the friends I see
Now I'm chilling with the gang good energy
I look back, I look back at the friends I had
We would finish college then go buy a bag
Smoking in the mornings and the days began to drag
I recognise a better life and I'm kinda glad
Yeh you look back You look back give yourself some slack
Deep it you seized your life and got it back on track
You ain't gotta worry pat your back and stack a bat
Packing up a racket and that bat is fat that's facts
I look back at my past, and see I've tackled that
Always moving forward when the path began to crack
We gotta recognise, there's hella guys who trap it back
You gotta let it ride a better life is after that

You gotta chase the better life get living you don't get it twice (get it twice) (double)
Changing ways paves the way to cake go get a slice (hungry man)
Best forget the rest just Let it slide and get at life (chyeh) (double)
Getting high every night might not help your flight (mm)
Don't hope to be a hypocrite but if you're hitting it you gotta sit a bit a listen in to when I'm spitting it (listen)
Don't let it get a grip its lit to bill a biggy spliff
But if its in your shit you gotta split it quick
And dip the bits (gone)

Im picking the ball up and hoff it all up
Living for the weekend, and yearning for that beak bend
And walking round at god knows when, can see now where my ps went
I wouldn't change it for the world my teens were well spent
And we were frying brain cells, and smoking as if brain sells
Fogging up the top, hazy now my bloody brains hell
I wont lie not much has changed in my greater life
But looking back wont hurt so i do that and crack a smile

Feeling fuzzy in the brain cause I'm smoking Mary Jane
Tryna cope with the pain, take it day to day
Now I'm feeling the strain
But I don't wanna change lanes and play the blame game
To top it off, how am I coping
I sit back, roll one up, then I start smoking
The record is broken, toking and hoping the life that I've chosen
The doors are still open

Yeh you look back You look back give yourself some slack
Deep it you seized your life and got it back on track
You ain't gotta worry pat your back and stack a bat
Packing up a racket and that bat is fat that's facts
I look back at my past, and see I've tackled that
Always moving forward when the path began to crack
We gotta recognise, there's hella guys who trap it back
You gotta let it ride a better life is after that

Yeh you look back You look back give yourself some slack
Deep it you seized your life and got it back on track
You ain't gotta worry pat your back and stack a bat
Packing up a racket and that bat is fat that's facts
I look back at my past, and see I've tackled that
Always moving forward when the path began to crack
We gotta recognise, there's hella guys who trap it back
You gotta let it ride a better life is after that