Lyrics:
to remember them, they are so great memories
Memories, memories, they are so great memories, great kind of memories
Work, school, job, manager, and, broke,
of the late night shifts
You see me
She trying to be in the club twerkin, twerkin, twerkin
All up on this dick (ooh)
Yeah, so Mr. Manager
This is my two weeks
on calling
Guess your girlfriends been keeping you up
Because in a minute you tap my shoulder
Now you can't stop confessing your love
Thinkin' of memories
Nuh gyal cya seh my battery dead
Baby
Da whine deh a go hard
Mi wah store it pan mi memory card
As di picture fi yuh ringtone
A my yard
I got some lyrics that may just go damage ya
I run this shit man I feel like the manager
I told you niggas you niggas some amateurs
I'm getting older
God knows I got no hate in my heart
But do me wrong then I'm just playin' my part
You ain't my enemy, you just a memory
You ain't my enemy, you just
you ah talk mi no caytah
Mi ah use it as me wall paper
Da one deh wid di bad behaviour
Yes that ah my screen saver
My phone have memory
Mek fi record
the
Yard and do hard labor
Got your memory scarred but you
Gon' remember this all later
Don't worry at all player
Its all saved on your Sega memory card data
motherfuckers that dap me
Be the haters that used to doubt me
And I'm trying to answer these questions but my memories just too cloudy for
My interview
I got a lotta memories of melodies
From Maroon Monsoon
To Somethin' 2 Prove
Had a lotta, had a lotta tracks on there
Perpetual Emotion first song I
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
"Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
"Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
"Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
to a hotel, that's when I knew, I fucked up
Reached to Catsamur Hotel, and asked the dude
Who happened to be the manager, that where are the keys to
(Room 72?
Emotion in the water
The feeling in the sand
Money and pride yeah they go hand in hand
I'm being myself, but they misunderstand
The manager then, now
The telephone rings every hour
Outside the rain a steady shower
The manager is doing rounds
A background of these office sounds
My pencil moves
"son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
man, he signed me
I remember seeing a Britney Spears fucking plaque
She went fucking diamond
I asked Chris Zarou, my manager at VMG
I said, "What
How these memories raining down
Will the meteors burn the ground?
This apocalypse kills the earth
As my love for you is rebirthed
I’ve been running
they remember me
I keep da tool nowadays you play send shots to your memories
This shit fu nowadays these niggas Out doing anything
Gotta be kool
proud of me
Fuck that seven twenty-five, I hate that salary
Wanna live life modestly
Toss that pen and let me sign my life away
Manager and bosses I am
smiles less arguments more memories more life more nights
Need more
Need more nights like last night
More smiles less arguments more memories more life
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