Memoirs Lyrics

I got my eyes on the road

Mind on my growth, uh

Stay in my lane

Finding my own

I loathe the very thing that's Resented by most

Success to be the best,

addressed to you in a quote that read

Survival of the fittest

And that's the reason all my rivals get the business

It seems that only dreams

Give you confidence to leap And reach for what you need

But they don't wanna see you eat well

Shit, I've been hungry for a minute, uh

I'll probably spend all of my money if I get it, uh

I'll probably buy a bunch of shit I don't need

Spend it on liquor and weed That's the American dream, right?

It sounds wrong, but it seems right

Eyes seeing red

Mind telling me green light

I never had to be subjected to street life

But that don't mean that I ain't face the troubles we've deemed life

Stress is a motherfucker it eats you

And it ain't hide in disguise That shit is see-through

It's face showing

People question and blow the case open

It makes it hard for you to chase hope

And symphonies cry

Sympathies light

That's for the best and

strength come with the pain

So learn to count your blessings

In a second your world could change

And that fire in your soul might never burn the same

I learned that lesson young

My restless tongue writing blank checks

Just a kid with his headphones and his tape decks

Shit, sometimes I trip how that time went by so fast that speed could break necks

I was sitting and reminiscing

A mental visit

The pencil dripping

This isn't too sentimental, is it?

Feels like the future's a perfect mixture of hell and prison

Or maybe it's the nostalgia

I couldn't tell the difference