Lyrics:
'Cause I talk so much shit I can taste it on my breath
I got the head knock, keep rhyme flows under padlock
Like comstock, wit more shoes than a Foot
to me
(There's not a day that goes by
That I don't think of you)
Our memory is ecstasy
I miss you more than life
I miss you more than life
You have my
hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
Contemplated missing love
More than my times abduction
Lost in fronting
When I could've did some stunting
Missing moments got me feeling
Out my out my fucking
them
And I know Darcy and my father watching over me
Methodz Joey Anthony Matty Williams Sammy D
Kristy Lee and everyone who blessed me with their
to me than a memory
Much more to me than a memory
Yeah
Everything we shared
I know how much you care
We're of the same heart
We got different blood
But
that I live, wish I had more to give than this rap that I did
Chorus 2
I'm living in the memory of love, and this love I'm never giving up
(The life
hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes
than love
How dare they interrupt our broken cup
Yes, we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabel Lee
Now, the dead presidents are her
the punishment way worse than the crime
It goes swung on and miss, strike three call
Tryna do the right thing like I'm Spike Lee, y'all
Waitin' on that unlikely
just found out my Mom screws more guys than I do (Damn)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
She met Violent J I couldn't believe it when he
Dash get to see it when he passes
I feel her soul when the Lee passes
When the wind blows, it's almost like I see her in the Hamptons
Even more reason
it when he passes
I feel her soul when the Lee passes
When the wind blows, it's almost like I see her in the Hamptons
Even more reason to be up in
and they don't ball
Acid got me scattered brain
See my thoughts across the wall
Damn, and I'm an abyssal I'm more than a kid
So baby girl get the best of me
I still hear your voice
Deep inside my heart
It's been a while
Since the night that you left
And still the pain
It hurts more than it should
But I'm
nightly
Remember me as Mikey I'm fighting infinitely
I'm trying to sight see every single night G
Crooklyn keeps on taking it like movies made by Spike Lee
All my fans they like me, I'm Gucci you're Nike
I'm doing more than type beats
Grinding all night likely
Imma get my money rightly
Switch up the scene
Camera obscura, the screech of the Kookaburra
Pointing out a murder to teach 'em all the cure of
The cure-all, the Gerber-life that makes 'em more
who liked her ,who really liked her,
Jaime Lee got married on 5th avenue and I was married in Las Vegas, by an Elvis impersonater.
I married a German
the best I can
In a place built on stolen land
With stolen people
We are more than the sum of our parts
All these broken homes and broken hearts
God,
More immature than I ever was
Laughing at shit all day cause I'm a little buzzed
I know I do got more brains than a little one but I suppress it
no other thought
Than to love... and be loved... by me
She was a child and I was a child
In this kingdom by the sea
We loved with a love that was more
here baby why you always insecure?
Hold on tight to a nigga and be sure
Ain't a way around it no more, I am the greatest
A lotta niggas sat
the chair and he grabbed the bed
It would take more than needle and thread
Bleeding from the mouth, he's as good as dead
"You shot my husband down, you
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