Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memory Lane, artist - eLZhi. Album song Elmatic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Memory Lane |
I’m trying to get to memory lane |
But wonder should I take the train of thought |
Or hop on a mental plane |
I don’t stay far, but this a place you can’t get to in your car |
Travel, standing still, it’s bizarre; |
but there you are |
Like you never left, back in junior high with your report card |
Trying to make a B out the letter F |
Maybe that was me around the time that my brother was six |
Before I got my first job and my mother was sick |
It’s like she never needed chemo, her hair looks long, flowing |
Sometimes it feels wrong going |
But then every corner that you slung |
Hung with all your dead homies slung |
But now they got breath in their lungs |
Looking forever young, before they were stressed |
In here they only dress in nothin' less than Guess |
Timberland, Tommy Hil, Rockports, and a Pelle |
I reach down and grab a beeper while I’m searching for my celly |
Damn did I hear Bump and Grind that was the jam at the reunion with the fam |
In front of the cam, I’m trying to kick it with my first chick |
I used mom’s Infinity |
This will be the twelfth time I lose my virginity |
Shit was the truth, I left and I stopped up at the Hip-Hop Shop Seen 'Tin, |
Dilla, and Proof |
Bugz, Bad Vibes, and Grym, T3 when he was slim |
Watchin' La Peace battle Eminem |
Soon they handed me the mic to spit a rhyme and a verse |
I was shocked to see the clock show the time in reverse |
But I ain’t wanna leave |
Without hittin' my first blunt filled with chronic leaves |
I choked up and couldn’t breathe |
That’s the day I missed class, smellin' like twist grass |
Mrs. Nash kicked me out because I’m not a kiss ass |
So I visited places where spots got shot on a daily basis |
Where kids pull triggers with babyfaces |
Wait, I must be on the wrong side of the lane trail |
Where they rob memory banks and end up in the brain cell |
Where all my misery and pain dwell |
I’m said to leave out my state of mind before the train bail |
So now it’s time to go |
I threw the deuces up to Dilla, dapped up 'Tin and then I hug my mama slow |
Yo |
It’s the place you wanna be, right |
Next time I think I’ll take the mental plane |
Instead of the train of thought |
Hopefully touch down |
In a state in my mind, but I’ll leave the mental baggage in the crib |
Get back to that place |
In Memory Lane |