[verse 1]

Hiding from my past

I don’t want it to last

It’s all in the past

I’m moving on, still tryna fight

Still tryna do what’s right

Getting hard to fight for what’s right

Can’t tell right from wrong

I guess that’s why people rip on that bong

Makes them feel so strong

Still gotta be strong for you

Still tryna see it through

Still tryna see us Through

Don’t know what to do

God tell me what the fuck I gotta do

[Chorus]

Trip down memory lane

Got me thinking on pain

That’s lives in my Brain

Demons in my brain

They won’t go away, ya they wanna stay

Ain't nobody feeling like zane

Feeling like Kurt Cobain

Bullet through my brain

Pull me out this game..

Cuz hate this fucking game

And i hate your goddamn games

Don’t rlly wanna play

Please make them go away

Please make them go the fuck away

[verse 2]

But damn I hate rats

Imma knock a rat flat

Snitches get stitches we ain’t fucking with these bitches

Gotta get up outta here

Gotta get away from here

And I’m on my way out

Say that shit without a godamn doubt

Ain’t doing this for no fucking clout

Yah yah

Damn mama one day you gon see me on the top ayy

Damn mama one day imma see all these haters flop ayy

[Chorus]

Trips down memory lane got me fucking with fake friends

And when I fuck up no one makes amends

Fuck these fake friends they just in it for those bands

They don't really care when you crash your fancy benz

Counting these bands

And I'm counting those bands

I got fans in the stands

They go mad when I dance

Cuz I put em in a goddamn trance

Glad god gave me this chance

Just like chance this shit gonna work out

Don’t dance with fire

Don’t dance with fire

[verse 4]

Trips down memory lane when my boys they were Boy Scouts

I remember being told we had to move out

Yeah I bet we was fazed yah no fucking doubt

I remember being broke wearing Reebok’s

I remember lil sis watching those tik toks

I remember lil bro on that xbox

Don’t hate on me till you see my shit flop

Don’t talk to me cuz damn you a real thot

[outro]

I ain’t gonna spend my life runnin' from the ops

Riding in a Bentley coupe that’s a straight up cop

I'm gonna spend my life driving fancy cars

I'm gonna spend my life spitting fire of these fire bars

Y’all can hate

I’m so high go to mars

Don’t temp fate, look to the sky, fuck rottin' in a prison yard

This ain’t no game, we all knew it gonna be hard

Got a long way to go, gotta travel far

I ain’t changing for no Ho, be who you fucking are

Yah Z-A-N-E that’s me