ELZhi - Memory Lane lyrics
[ELZhi - Memory Lane lyrics]
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
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