Pushin through the days like I'm pushin through the waves of paparazzi, cameras flashin in my face blindin, now my mind is all erased. Faces and visions of the past replaced by where and who am I? and a bunch of empty space. I'm trippin like someone tied together my shoes, Laced (trippin). I try and act like I am not fazed, but everywhere I race people take pics and I get praised. But that's not me, maybe who I used to be. Ask myself, am I losin my mind? Just breathe. Let's take it step by step let's check my pockets, I reach into the back and pull out a wallet. Theres a card in the middle and a picture of me. It says J Roy, this must be my id. Next step, let's check my phone, look through the contacts but the names are unknown. It's so frustrating I start to feel my world spin, then one catches my eye, it says girlfriend. So I give it a call and after forever it seemed she picked up but I was confused kuz she just seemed mean. I said, "we need to meet up. Can you give me and address". She didn't want to but I pressed. She finally said, "I guess". So I'm waiting at the diner getting slanted looks, then a beautiful girl came in holding a couple books. Something about her made me smile, I could only hope. She started to float to me once she had me in the scope. I said, "listen babe, I don't remember your name" I had to go back and explain the events of the day. I said, "I need your help" and reached out for her hand. She pulled hers back, and I didn't understand. so she asked, "you really don't remember? I loved you, you broke my heart last September, you ran away with some bimbo and left me behind". How could I do this to this beauty, confused was my mind. Reluctantly I got her to give me the name, I said, "I'm truly sorry" and walked away in shame. So I thumbed through the names and gave her a ring, she flatly answered, "hey". "babe I need to explain some things, can you give me an address? I lost my memory, if you could help me get it back, that'd be heavenly". She said, "what are you an idiot? can't you just be a man? you forgot to do this and that" and rant after rant. I realized that the contact was a clue to myself kuz I made mistakes and couldn't get away, I needed help. Didn't have to see her face. Back to the diner I raced, got her back in the end. The moral? Don't let fame make your past erased