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So We Never Got to Paris

Out of the Grey

Gravity

1995

to Paris
And found the café of our dreams
But our table holds a whole world of memories
No, we never went to Venice
And strolled the streets alone
But

occasion, cause
Philly the master and we are its Padawans
Streets were made for memories to set upon
Streets I played, and then I got sent along
NEPA coming

And the present wants to make a memory of the future
The present wants to make a memory of the future

Life is always cheap, always led by the creeps
And the high

On Halloween
I was
You were
We were
Pretending

Every goddamn street
I am bombarded by the memories
Every goddamn street
There is something I've been missing

to single seconds or you'll start to fade away
End up like a spirit in the street who has no place to stay
How can I be patient when there's so much on my

Met you by the ocean
Near the stand we got our alcohol
Two shots and a beer
Was just enough to get us drunk

Walking down the shore
Falling

and hate me
Go ahead and burn all the memories you have of me
I’m all alone
Ayy
I’m all alone
Got my head out the window
Smoking by myself again
Thinking

Fill up the block and the streets again
These hoods are calling our names
Memories, trauma, ripe blood stains
We all suffer the same
They strap glocks

Old days are passing by
Our streets are old but we know the reason why
These days are now memories
We played here when we were just kids
Old streets

Sesame tested me never could forget the streets
Meant to be helplessly another nigga sent to sleep
Memories telling me that I can't let it get to me

E Street Shuffle/Summer (The First Time) / Leader of the Pack

Bette Midler

Divine Madness [Video]

and wet,
And you just can't get high
That's when sparks fly on E Street
And the little girls walking lookin' so hot,
And the little boys' souls grow weak

London Pride

Andrew D. Huber

Ten Songs from the Side Room

2003

Garden Market where the costers cry.
 Cockney feet
 Mark the beat of history.
 Every street
 Pins a memory down.
 Nothing ever can quite replace

London Pride

Mel Tormé

Tormé Meets the British

1957

Market where the coasters cry.

Cockney feet mark the beat of history.
Every street pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace

Wild Night

Martina McBride

Everlasting

2014

All the wild night breezes
In your memory ever

And everything looks so complete
When you're walkin' out on the street
And the wind catches your feet

(EASTSIDE!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set)
And what we live by
(yeah) , what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots

I think back on all our memories
Take me back to that warm weather
Where you kissed me by the river
Late night drive-in double header
Skidmore Bluffs

all the rest
He'll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He'll only have the memories
Or great books by James Jones

'Cause

from school
Dinners at 6, street lights were fixed
Be home by dark, off the swing in the park.


	Ode to childhood, a passage of time gone by, memories

Now that you're with him
I don't know if I miss you
When the memory hits me
It just feels like I'm tripping
I know that you're with him
I don't

with
Memories real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film

I speak to the street life
The executive chief types
The felons, young mothers

I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will

She lived on the north side
Of Houston Street
On the west side of the park
Going to school by day studying
Something that would
Break her father's

phone
And the good die young and the great live forever
Go see your memory bank teller 'cause you done forgot who put this shit together
Wait bitch
I hop

Beef

Tee Grizzley

Beef

2017

sleeping on these niggas)
You know I'm on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
(We're just creeping on these niggas) Yeah
Fuck