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deals, now I got my own apartment
Out in Houston with the Rockets, so I feel like James Harden
Chemical dependencies the basis of my memories
With friends

is underway (like color
doesn't dry, in settles it), the whole scenery rising into memory
like bath water
slips up the body.
What matters now is how

I'm at the register, spill my cup (spill my cup)
Ayy, I'm at the register, spill my cup
(Spill my cup) ayy, ayy
50K in hundreds kinda look like

to attribute to music
If you can't attribute to using what's mine
Say that you under the influence I set a trap and I gotchu under my spell
Don't need an excuse

tell me who I used to be
Before life or stress got to me
I feel old. I'm in ties and suits
I just wanna go back and return to my roots
Memories and times

Back on the Scene

Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse

2011

Sorta like a spine on a movie screen
Back on the scene

Back under the lights like a get with the beam
Back at the register wit' the plastic machine

not the real them
And you just hold onto the belief that they're better than that
Why you actin' outta character
Got me strugglin' to register
Thought

borrowed and overdue?
We can take it all back to the register
And start all over from the canister
Let's break it all down into pieces of bright
Moments

I'm a palimpsest now, oh the left and the lost
A ledger that registers nothing but costs
Jesus they're spiraling

Don't come to the summer house, i'm

looking back
When my mind is screaming all the attributes I lack
It's just a sign that I'm not finished, this is my attack
I've never truly met my goals

In this terrarium lives a librarian
Spending her money at the grocery store
And there at the grocery store, out from the register
Comes a quarter

effort to be
Noticed by the heathens
'Til everything is seasoned
Hemlock breakfast
Crayola crayon, crayfish, pray
The memory of Heaven and the
Measure

find my way to them

The smell of memory and touch
Another visceral excuse to take
Another drink alone

So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So

Amused to Death

Roger Waters

Amused to Death

1992

of
nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago.
And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it,
because always before,

register to vote or register to tote a pole
How I go from lowest of low to the top of the totem pole
Then fell from grace like Damien but ain't sold my

to raise my attributes
Don't rock with twelve like afternoons, acting new or attitudes
Yeah I use to give a lot, you think I forgive forgot?
Words will hit

thinking that I changed like a cashier
But I can't let that register, get the fuck up on out of here
Buy a brick and roll it, light it, get high

timid and hesitant as she stumbled
Through a sentence in English
At the cash register
A Winnie the Pooh journal these are the
Things I remember when I

through

Seconds on the clock
Trust me that's a lot
Every memory I have plays in slow motion
Fingers are uncrossed
I'm feeling pretty lost
Temperature drops

Now these are the days
Through these hard times
All the memories I made
I be all on my own
But errything I do
Got me thinking bout home
Gotta go get

Visions intangible
Though small, they echo through the night
Memories I've felt before
Again and again, ghosts blind my sight

Hold my hand even if I

Please don't say my name
I attribute
It to everything
That I have done
It brings me shame
Hearing that name
Reminds me of
Whom I became
Please don't

just act and now that's an attribute I just lack
Cruisin' down memories in hatchbacks
Drownin' in the flashbacks. Wishin' that I had that

And the time

remorse for the ancient dead
Thy sting softened by time
Rendered abstract, unfleshed, unreal
Disconnected. Other
Fishy smile, fishy smile
Memory has