I keep a memory of your face, your face
I keep a memory of your face, your face

Cuz you know the minds like a maze yeah
A cross that keeps hanging
And I know there's no cure for aging
So I keep on changing

Cause you know I
I remember myself
In the back of a 265
Yea I remember myself, ya
Laid out draining boys all night

I keep a memory of your face, your face
I keep a memory of your face, your face
Of your face now, put it down on me

Drop top rolling, rolling
Drop top rolling, rolling

Bullet in the mirror yeah
Bullet in the mirror yeah

You play those wicked games, wicked lies, wicked smiles
I got those wicked ways, wicked lanes, wicked eyes