Bad Memories Lyrics

Ugh

Yea

I was just young as a child

All of this money I'm feelin' like hov

But I'm not runnin' the town

Baby, you know that I got you

But you know I'm not stickin' around

Baby, I'm just keepin' it down

Can't be stuck in the house

This gun don't make no sound

Call me, I'm losin' the count

Washing my clothes, then I gotta bounce

Days been long since takin' this route

Stuck in the yo, I'm feelin' the doubt

Baby, I'm stressin' my time on the couch

All of these bars, I'm thinkin' out loud

My homie, he done, he say that he out

Dam

I gave him my word

Price on his head

It feel like a curse

I told him he good

I wish that I diddnt

All of this pain I can't be uplifting

All of this blood on the phone

Sometimes feel better alone

All these prices, who's sellin' they soul

Dad died, now I cry on the road

Bad memory, gotta cancel the shows

Balanced beams, turned to straight lines gotta stay on my toes

Leg shots, not hittin' the bone

At the sky, just watchin' the drones

21, was rockin' the fro

Cold house, we was finishin' songs

850, can't remember this wrong

Me and Keem in the studio, we had food on the stove

Good times, but the nights, it was long

Ski mask, had to get me a gun

Sorry, mama, just pray for your son

Yeah, bae you know I'm hangin' with them vultures

Bae I pick you up just like a chauffeur

Fuck you, baby, then I fuck you over

Bae, I went to school to be a broker

Baby, you know what's left for me

40 on my waist, baby, life expectancy

Baby, why you always gettin' less of me

All this Nike, but you never went and checked on me

Naw

All this trauma, Kurt Cobain, bae, listening to Nirvana

Baby, if I die, what they sayin' to my mama?

Gettin' closer to the God, standin' right next to my father

All this passion, when I rhyme, I never did it for the commas

Used to have it in the Saturn, then we switched it to the Honda

I'm all over the shit, why you always put me under

Not up in the league, but I had the rock, I couldn't fumble

No time for vacation, but this my last resort

We was poppin' bottles, they was dyin' over corks

No silver spoon, in the road was a fork

Baby, why you callin' when I'm goin' up the court

Bae, why you callin'? Got my homie up in court

Bae, who you fuckin' if they lock me after court

Countin' all my money like what I need it for

For all of these lawyers for the mission, can't abort