This is a song about "Fading memories"

The image of you fading away and me clutching desperately

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Devout to my bars, never fading throughout/

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Imagining a menagerie of images fading away/

My father is the cause of these memories

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Fading plus about to rust

Imagining a menagerie of images fading away/

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way