Текст песни Memory Lane - Tarun Puri feat. Sim Anya

Take me way back to the time I was feeling so sleepy, cold when it was breezy
You woke me up from my nightmare oh my you′re so dreamy
I haven't seen you in a while maybe you should come see me
What you up to sweetie
I know you came over yesterday but I′m so needy
Just like in football
One, two and then I'll have it back
Don't you rinse my bangs, I′m just joking
I ain′t keeping track
Carry on the way you're going my brudda you′re getting smacked
I don't mean that literally but sorry bro, you′re getting whacked
On FIFA, I play dirty just like Mia Khalifa
Volume off, connect to the speaker
Nike on me I don't wear no FILA
Trust me, I had time and space and now they surround me
All these man are Hazards with Loftus Cheek
Fuck em′ I'm not Sarri
Coca Cola
Bare fat like a stinky roller
Bro on production step correct
He's up next
That′s my guy Disrupta
Vibsing, pon′ the mic
Just call me fat controller
Patrol the track and pre the bars
For fuck sake, need a brand new motor
One man mission all the way to the top got tunnel vision
I need the plays so I guess you lot can be my promoter
Pay attention thats my fee cos' the streams are so cheap
Why′s your guy clowning someone go tell him
He's a fucking joker
Ever since the age of sixteen
I had plans for so many big things
Sneak peek and seek my melodies, call me Mr Singh
This guys pacing back and forth
Think he′s tryna spud me or tryna swing
Maybe cah his birds with the mandem
Oh my she's an outrageous ting
Do it and dash dart off and hide, moving like Bonnie and Clyde
I stay quiet online, unlike that bastard traders living a lie
Oh well, what a shame
Don′t know who's to blame
But I promise I've changed darling lets go back down memory lane