Lyrics:
you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks
Once upon your hometown, wound around your mind
As you amble through the streets
And let the town unwind
The memories locked away inside your head
timings less than plenty
How could the public take this lightly
Thugs on the streets acting strange like the Nazis
Thugs on streets raging wars like Iraq is
and
Memories flow back into my mind
As I walk through the streets where you once called me 'mine'
Oh no, I can't go home
I'll feel alone
As the thought of you
pants dweet
Leggo bwoy memories pon street
(Yuh nuh evil, you? Dat nuh believable)
Yo new york
BBC Tawcha
(Aaaa evil dan dem by far)
Me unu wah BBC ramp
memories to keep me warm
I need those memories to keep me save from the storm
When we would walk down these streets, side by side we felt strong
The memories never fade
This one's for you boys
You know who boys
Rival-school boys
Memories, memories
Fifteenth street
(Which exit are you taking?
El Camino
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick-tempered, short-fused, and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul
can clearly see, the ghosts of you and me
And I'm just a moved on memory
And you're still alive
And I'm still getting by
On these dead end streets
you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks
that I'm trapped in
I hate every day that passes by
Better off dead motherfuck this life
I hope my daughter never feels this way (way)
I hope my son
Look up to the sky looking down on me
Pull up to the five star, limousine
Now I'm surrounded by memories (Yeah, memories memories)
Why do I look way
I got angles by my left but I got Demons on my right
I got feelings I can hide cuz I keep my Mouth shut As the time flies by
Still got memories of us
PTSD
Smoking weed
We couldn't sleep
Facing reality
And still fight in our dreams
We was in the streets
Haunted by our memories
Need some one
again and again
Until you die of memories
This the type of shit I think about
Why'll you pretend to breathe
You counterfeit
Street type
Gotta get some
killed"
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I wait in front a niggas spot
?
A place where there's just loneliness
Where dim lights bring forgetfulness
Where broken dreams and memories meet
Where's this place called Lonely Street
when we were kings
We were the kings of these streets
Remember them days like it was yesterday
We were kings now the echoes of memories
Bounded by
Street dreams, close your eyes
Take a bite to the memory
Street dreams, this is the moment
The moment that feels like forever
This is the end
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy no longer carefree
'cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keep tellin' me
I'm on tour, but now my bedroom's
need
Every monument, every memory
And I've never put flowers by the street
Battered buildings lined the streets in 44'
A pack of cigarettes to keep the hunger sane
Just a teenage boy surviving on his own you saw
A lifeless
Only knew you for some days
Casually getting the same train
Was here I knew I felt it
Being late put me at stake
Through the streets we went
Foot
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