(Beat drop)
Yeah — rewind, fast-forward, pause, repeat.
(Hook)
Memories like mixtapes, spinning in my head,
Snapshots in the sun, faded in the thread.
We ride the same loop, keep pressin’ play instead,
Memory lane manifesto, words I never said.
(Verse 1)
Mind like a vinyl, crackle on the groove,
Spin back to the night when the whole world moved.
Neon on the pavement, laughter in the air,
I can taste those days like sugar on a dare.
Names carved on a bench, promises on sleeves,
We traded all our summers for the nights we believed.
Phone on silent, still hear the ringtone,
Ghost in my contacts, heart keeps scrolling home.
Flash frames like sirens, strobe-light in the brain,
Lessons in the luggage, weight that never wanes.
I keep receipts of love, crumpled in the coat,
Warm hands in cold rain, hope in every note.
(Hook)
Memories like mixtapes, spinning in my head,
Snapshots in the sun, faded in the thread.
We ride the same loop, keep pressin’ play instead,
Memory lane manifesto, words I never said.
(Verse 2)
Storefront reflections, there's me in the glass,
Seen a thousand versions of the future and the past.
Some faces like bookmarks, some fade like chalk,
Some stick like tattoos, some float like talk.
I catalog the chaos, organize the scars,
Map every detour that led me to these bars.
Mama told me stories, grandma told me truth,
Childhood in the attic, wisdom in the roof.
We hustled for a moment, paid rent with the dream,
Little victories stacked up between the seams.
Now I frame the failures, frame them as proof,
A gallery of growth hanging under my roof.
(Bridge — quieter)
Echoes in the corridor, lessons in the light,
Memory ain’t a burden — memory is flight.
We carry what we keep, we leave what we let go,
But some footprints linger in the fall of the snow.
(Verse 3)
I’m trading nostalgia for a blueprint of the new,
Using yesterday’s glow to color up my view.
I stitch the past with purpose, thread of gold and grit,
Turn the weight of history into the way I fit.
If a heartbreak’s a teacher, I’m front row in class,
If a win was fleeting, I let the shadow pass.
I drop names like anchors but release the chain,
Memory lane’s a city, I’m learning every lane.
Pass the torch to the next, light the path they roam,
Leave a verse in the curb where the kids call home.
Take the laughter and the losses, make a melody,
Build a chorus from the corners of my memory.
(Hook — final)
Memories like mixtapes, spinning in my head,
Snapshots in the sun, faded in the thread.
We ride the same loop, keep pressin’ play instead,
Memory lane manifesto, words I never said.
(Outro — spoken)
Keep the tapes, keep the frames — let ‘em teach, let ‘em lead.
Memory lane manifesto: plant what you need.
