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Ironically uh you don't sound like you're regular, were gonna play this song
And then were gonna get the feedback from the citizens
Put him in the game or sit

their memories

What am I becoming
What am I becoming
I turn my friends into memories 
I turn my love into memories 
And I'll turn you into memories

obsessed 
I've been so consumed by
consumers who are users
Now what you got me doing
abusing other humans,
Going through them like protrusions
If slewing

like us
Cool the cartier like us
Cruise all night with me
Niggas really in Paris

What you doing? Do just what you do
You like it and then you love it
Do

yo? Aye Holup stop
Lemme get a word in
Before I get slapped in the face
Like Momma had popped
& I feel you a burden
Cuz you got me burning
No Moe sex,

What does it matter now?
In the grand scheme you just wanted to see me shine on 'em
So now I promise in your memory
Imma finish exactly what we started

we are - Together
We all long for a land to be free
i don´t know what you´re believin in
is it love or fortune or a fight to win
i don't know to what

too far in bag
Told her get somebody else to do it
Now her salty ass mad
Bro got pounds in the Hefty
I like the Gain joints by Glad
When you lay your

let it spray, tell em' what’s happenin'
Rip Kobe, 24 you never was lackin'
Put the gas in a wood, I’ll spark it up, I'm getting blasted
Yeah, you can't

know but to touch your body is a must 
You gotta know thats forever M.o.E 
I'm on replay you hear me like your favorite song 
Is it love or is it lust

way to into it
Love contributing by getting shit done
Swimming in spirit for fun
Mane, you know what we doing
Shine so bright 'cause I already won

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

field I had da work dat pole
Had da work it just like a nine da five and I tell ma niggas dat I love um you gotta stay alive
Most of them nigga say they

Walked in the room and I saw you at the back
Head in your notebook like babe you look so stressed
You wanna open up to me you can
Cause the memories

in my pants I’m feeling …

Beautiful

So what’s up ?

Beautiful

You looking…

Now throw your hands in the air (yeah, yeah)

Now ladies drop and grab

Like Whitney and Costner 
This is Raw Deal dog and you just an imposter
I'm in Ybor ultimate feasting with the Mobsters
Strapped up to the ceiling and we

muthafucka
Nigga have ya seen her?

As I dip up through the scene
To see what I see
I would approach you for the night
Rack that M-O-E T back in the VIP
While

the whole thing in fear and in doubt
And just go live it
Like a lucid dream don’t it feel so vivid?
It’s no negative outcomes, no limits
Except the ones you

heart on my sleeve and I hope to die
Lone wolf I see the world through those hazel eyes
Memories flood my mind like a slow tide
With you I'm a God in my

up in these streets
G-Stamp certified, back against the wall
One film on Recipe Skins, standin' tall

What y'all know about Vince, from the MOE
One

it's like, I
Wrote three chords, four chords, and it
Fuckin' goes off when we perform it
Live and you know what? I
Love looking in the crowd and seeing

worth
But do you know what's worse
Body's on a shirt brothers in a Hirsch
Niggas in the dirt but Ian even Saying nun
All We want is love but we ain't

born to serve
To be stuck
With a half a conscience curse
Would one of you tell me
Which one's worse
Is it knowing what's wrong
But doing it first
Or is

Moe]

I used to want it all like the Money and a Chain
Until I learned that all Money ain't the same
Cause you can do it all for the Money and the Fame