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This city has your name
Written all over its architecture
And under the streetlights I wonder
Do you still remember me in the fog of your memory

brothers and
Sisters, the memory of his parents
The street vendors selling
The elotes con mayonesa that I would beg him
To get in the mornings before school

to me
Well certainly I'm your lawyer
Well if that's the case you should file a complete report with the captain

There's no meaning no memory to resolve

Memory of the smell
Atmosphere and architecture

I wanna go back
Light blue walls and a cabinet full of books

Borrowed a bicycle up the hill

the hell will I complain
When the streets are made of gold
Will we sing of days of old
Will the memory fade
Is it holy architecture
Or remarks of your

This is my time and I take it
Look at all the memories that I'm making
The art of music and the flow of creation
Put the pen to pad and I can be

I knocked this dude about his timbs
That same year lost touch with a couple friends
They say that good memories, they can last a lifetime
So it

Just think
Take a look around
It's time to understand why we've got so far
Take your time
Taste the breeze around you
Restore the memory of your

This whole architecture's familiar
And the walk ways is the same color as my feelings
I've been here
Time after time again
Shit a million
All

best life partner
I regret you
Cause I need to draw a plan for life but without you
Brand new plans, new rules
And design and new architecture
Goodbye

I'm back

All I ever needed was a pen and a pad
To write down all the memories and the feelings that I had

I said I think it's best for me,

Put the drum to the pad and nigga we just do it
Some weak cats they gotta get used to it
Cash never caged us nigga we too fluid
Just do it (Just do

interference
Consuming all

Distorting into self-induced fiction
Architecture of madness
A deceitful concoction
Tearing apart the great framework of our limited

though within some 
Darkened corner of one’s memory.


What could have happened that day? I do not remember 
Clearly. Memory fails easily under the strain

(Therapeutic)
The energy in these memories is creating enemies
I gotta get away from my past (It's therapeutic)
Writing all the notes up in my pad (Therapeutic)

back, it appears that I'm stranded
Doctors examine with a paramount timing
Drops in my eyelids, fearing that I'm blinded
Memory's fresh, every day I'm

potion call me Asterix
Lost micky mouses, you got break pads in the brain
Renegades, you trynna' maintain the shit I made in the same way
Mode Wesley

autumn
I'll I've got is my gothic
Architecture and gnostic
Literature, can't stop it

I'm smothered in all these posies
Feel like no one really knows me
I

it was faulty foundation said the weeping eyes
the architecture bends under pressure
the architecture broke over lies
they said its just a trend just

of view
Turned these homes into forbidden spaces
Changing names, changing faces
Memory traces
Turned these homes into forbidden spaces
Changing names,

die pad, musiek lekker hard
Almal wil see toe gaan
Ons gaan ry, ry, ry by die platteland verby
Totdat waar die son weg raak, prettig raak, memories maak

Cavey

Yeah yeah yeah ey

Memories of you in the nightime, shifting lanes, go past white lines
Ate your pussy out like pad thai, the taste fades it

We done seen bad times
Looking at my 'pad like it's mad rhymes
Sleeping on myself like it's bed time
Thinking to myself will I blow up?
I'm too

Hard to live with the jealousy
I know I'm just a fragment of your memories
Hard to forget the amount you have meant to me
Through all the darkness