Dizzipate - Way Back (feat. Matalino) Lyrics

Well here I go again I'm steady drifting through the memories
With every revelation comes a conflict but just let it be
Good morning to the people who I've sanctioned my time with
And good morning to the people who I'm living to ride with
But I really cant define it I began my Call to arms
Because us writers never die the pen is sharper than the sword
But it's a chore to keep the methods of my writing to myself
So I just threw away the notebook just to write along my wealth
And now with every dollar gained you'll get a line that I'd write
Cause It's a two for one sale more money, more insight
But still most of them will end up in the pockets of the barmaids
Cause I told them they'll be worth a little more once my careers made
They couldn't tell it was a joke
Man these women are so gullible I swear it gives me hope
Then I choke cause all she wrote is that all men are the same
So I'll just take another trip along this memory lane
So I said remember days when we would swallow all the ignorance
Regurgitate it down the kitchen sink with all our innocence
It never seemed to phase me as the walls were closing in
It only motivated me to climb above and take it in
So I remember when my boss had told me people are replaceable
I guess that what he meant is sometimes people come & people go
The simple lesson means don't let yourself get attached
Because the sentimental values only holding us back
It's a trap falling back you're only hurting yourself
On your deathbed falling into rhythm of self
It's like we live entire lives but in the end we just imagine it
Our souls go claiming bodies only later to abandon it
How cancerous but that's a little story I was told
When I'd be sitting in the car at maybe seven years old
I heard the music bounce my eardrums then I found out what my passion is
And dreamed out to the rhythm of the other drivers passing me
Remember how things used to be
Every day was a different journey but were still holding on
It's only getting better from here guys to the top
It's ironic how we'd climb above and skip all the stress
But still the times were never easy
Remember way back when
When success was all a test and there was little imitation
Now we're counting down the rapture baking music in the basement
Still complacent how I let a female f*ck with my head
I wish I never asked your number on the day before you left
But still I guess, without your stress I would've never found myself
And so I'm thankful everyday for all the times you let me down
Hear the sound It's the cycle of our lives and all the space between
Our prayers made futile when we spent it all on chasing green
I only wanted cars land a legacy and equity
It's not too much to ask lord,
Why have you forsaken me
I'm wiping clean
Everything I could've done or said
That made another person contemplate the voice inside their head
Because the memories have helped me to decipher right from wrong
But instead of preaching now I'd rather rap it in a song