Noah Yount - Memory Lane

I grew up in a small town
B Town, Wisco
Old house, just me
Mom and Pop and Big Bro
Mom was still a student then
Poppa was a music pro
But nothing like you’d think, though
He did the Classical
Mom was busy tryina follow footsteps of her father
Traded up a lotta time to become a doctor
They provided for us
No shortage
It was fair and proper
That's not the type of story that I got to share with y’all, but
They had success but
Fuck, we were dysfunctional
Momma was a headcase
Daddy was a bucking bull
And when they split up it was same drama, different crib
Started wildin’ ‘bout twelve
Smoking, drinking with the click
Black sheep, getting stoned
Writing lyrics, even poems
Free styling all alone
But had no confidence to flow
High school came and just skipped out and tripped out
I even started acting like my pops, I just flipped out
Didn’t even graduate
Wasn't doing shit now
Day to day Me, Jerome, and Vinny Crew would riff out
Odd jobs: scrape paint, move furn, mow lawn, dry wall
Scrounge cash up and compose songs
Started off Sedated then 3rd Degree and Graveyard
Then we said fuck it
Me and Twiggle made Still At Large
Then I remember when my grandma called and I was on the the line
Told me was wasting lots of time, money, and my mind
Fuck it, got a GED and even ended up in college
Doing it across the street from where I grew up doing honest
Really who’d of thunk I’d meet a Japanese to be my wife
Really who’d of thunk I’d move out to Japan, no plan in sight
You’d of never thunk that I’d be putting down my pen
Just to make a couple and attempt another kind of life
Dabbled on the side jobs
Had to teach the kids
But I had to keep the hustle up
‘Cause ain’t nobody else Nyzz
Back in 99 I had big dreams writing old songs
Back in 09 I could see I had it so wrong
Now in 19 I passed 35 like so long
I make no promises this year
But I’m gonna go strong
In my age I’ve been a bit of everything between extremes
So I don’t blame if you don’t think of me when it comes to being
Straight dope
Cocaine
Read’ to blow
Propane
Not afraid to walk to fame
You can take the ho train
If I’m really just a no name for your social niche
That don’t change that my flow’s flame and you should notice it
If I was so lame as your claim
I would hope to quit
‘Cause the whole game would be a ho game
Hold my dick

Written by:
Noah Yount

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