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3ctsmith

· 2:20 · 1 play · v2.2

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Shout-out

Lyrics

Intro

Here's a shout out to my cousin Ant Moe, he was cold with the pistol

My brother Chad used to call him Eskimo, an aim of Green eyes he'll spill your top yo

Verse 1

I'm memory chasing, down that 8-2-8 lane

All these nights in the rain, can’t ever wash out the pain

Ant Moe had the chrome, in his hand he was fate

Chad gave him that name, cold veins, no debate

Eye green, kitchen light flick, streets know his legend

Made moves, risky calls, the future was never pledged in

Now I ride solo, old photo in the ashtray

Heart like Carolina, gone crooked, but I don’t stray

Chorus

Like, woah, all the ghosts roll with me slow

Ant Moe where you go? Memory's a black hole

I just ride, let the past push through the soul

Down the lane, wind cold, never do what I’m told

Verse 2

Every street got a name, every shadow got a lesson

Every relic in my chest is a tale of aggression

People asking, why you ride alone now?

Every friend I had, froze out, they low down

No numbers in the phone, just old voices in the static

Headlights dim, another night, this path’s automatic

Regret's a passenger, don’t pity, don’t chase

My cousin gone cold, but these memories ain’t erased

Chorus

Like, woah, all the ghosts roll with me slow

Ant Moe where you go? Memory's a black hole

I just ride, let the past push through the soul

Down the lane, wind cold, never do what I’m told

Verse 3

Cousin Ant Moe used to hustle in the dead zone

Kicked doors down, made a throne out of headstones

Lost boys drift on, pain here’s perennial

Every dollar earned just debt to the criminal

Running through the red lights, posted with the fiends

Cold words, cracked dreams, bleeding through the seams

Green eyes, saw too much, never talk, never trust

All I got is scars and this ash in my lungs

Chorus

Like, woah, all the ghosts roll with me slow

Ant Moe where you go? Memory's a black hole

I just ride, let the past push through the soul

Down the lane, wind cold, never do what I’m told

Post-Chorus

Roll slow, roll slow, down that lane, yo

Roll slow, roll slow, memories lay low

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