Passin' Thru - Kidd G

If you take a left right there

At the end of Preston Road

You’ll reach a house that was my first idea

Of somewhere I’d call home

Can’t remember every detail

But there are certain things that stick

Like how my mama taught me manners

And papa taught me how to fish

Off of Exit 315

Me and my buddies used to hang

Starting fires and making trouble

Hit the mud after it’d rain

There’s a lingering nostalgia in the air

Memories of the old me everywhere

This little town that made me

Will forever bare my youth

But I was never destined to build roots

No, I’m just passing through

Funny how the times have changed

Gone is grass that used to grow

Hell, it seems like yesterday

Her eyes were all I’d ever know

Sometimes I miss those simple days

Four wheel drives and red clay roads

Reminiscing’s so much clearer

Reflecting through my rear view mirror

There’s a lingering nostalgia in the air

Memories of the old me everywhere

This little town that made me

Will forever bare my youth

But I was never destined to build roots

No, I’m just passing through

There’s a lingering nostalgia in the air

Memories of the old me everywhere

This little town that made me

Will forever bare my youth

But I was never destined to build roots

No, I’m just passing through