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Memento
(Intro)
So… so where are you?
You're in some hotel room
You just… you just wake up and you're in a hotel room
I mean you know who you are
And you kinda know all about yoself but…
Just for the day to day stuff… notes are really uh… useful
(Hook)
New beginnings, startin over
Celebratin, still hardly sober
Memory gone, so forgetful
I can't remember nothing, I need a pad and pencil
(Verse)
Look what I'm getting into
Rockin like gravel, bitches
My spirit slowly liftin, no different from castle bridges
I'm blackin out like charcoal, they lookin for me – Marco
Don't know too many kings
I paint the city, she tell me how much she love my art show
We off that killa purple, Sophia and habo
Fuck it, I'm in it, watch me, that's what they usually do
Kickin these niggas out like…
And they be on the corner hustling
Probably see a crook or two
Bitches got a appetite for lots of plots, hookahs too
Pregnant women hustle nigga, see that mean I'm pushin through
They not awesome, they just talkin
Huh, I got some shit I'm dealin with, hopefully time fix
Either they fuck wit you or dog you out, blind sticks
Went up a lot of steps, work ethic is rocky
My eyes tight like fried rice dipped in wasabi
Without the money it's a hobby
So broke I couldn't even pay respect, they wouldn't let me in, I'm Bobby
Up in rally, now I'm poppin up in hella folk discussions
But I don't think they understand, I mean
You can't pull a nigga into remembering
The more pressure you're under – the harder it gets
(Hook)
New beginnings, startin over
Celebratin, still hardly sober
Memory gone, so forgetful
I can't remember nothing, I need a pad and pencil
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(Verse)
Yea, sleepin on miotis, spark it up with lighters
Leavin out the info like why you ain't invite us?
Talkin code red, drum roll tipsy
Like I'm leaving Nipsy's
Shootin stars droppin
Wallpaper pealin, nobody's close to me
Except my neighbors' building, fish tank fillin
Lot of eyes on me but they don't even know
Shit, where I get it from?
Nigga you feel me
On this bitch like this trip, bumpin LV
The same dreams you buyin they couldn't sell me
Cuz now I fuck with em
Na, tell me I'm far ahead
Butter like garlic bread, I got a lot of drive
Can't even park in red, runnin out of ink
But never out of thoughts
It all make em say…
Jumpin off the hook
Let that man bungee, tell him hit the showers
But not with Zan Dusky
Ricocheting off him, slick as a day in Harlem
Soon as she see me say,
Wait wait, something don't feel right
I think somebody's fuckin with me
He's tryin to get me to kill the wrong person or something
(Hook)
New beginnings, startin over
Celebratin, still hardly sober
Memory gone, so forgetful
I can't remember nothing, I need a pad and pencil
(Outro)
Look what I'm getting into
Rockin like gravel, bitches
My spirit slowly liftin, no different from castle bridges
I'm blackin out like charcoal…
Wait wait, what the fuck I'm doin?
I already said that shit.
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