Lyrics:
couldn’t help it. It wasn’t her, really… she was just a vessel driven by the worm––this wicked fucking disease.
You are defined by your trauma. You are
I don't wanna have to be six feet underground to feel loved
I don't wanna have to be a memory
To feel like I'm someone you thought of
Sometimes
see in his eyes hes practically dead
That image stuck in my head
A soul killed by the keepers of peace
Is this the wave vengeance I'm supposed to feel?
saying
And she so street tho I fill her bank account up with bands
Memories keep me happy so I'm doing my dance
You here for me tho told her hit me up when
in line
Hold these memories close by your side
Never let that place in your heart die
Shine a light
Because it's summertime
Don't forget to smile
more
Walk on my way
It’s a chain without a ball, well I’m feelin’ like a fool
Another day
We pass by like strangers on the street
Next time we
With that woman by my side
But now all that's left are memories
Of a love that slowly died
She said she loved me once before
On a warm summer day
But
you
You got memories, but take it from me cause
She ain't nothin' like (ol' girl you used to know)
Shawty's doin' right by you
Maybe you should
were hand in hand all of the time
Running through the streets, we didn't care where your minutes beat
We go back down there down by the river,
memories
Til' I can't take this anymore
So I tell myself all over
To keep from going under
But I'm going somewhere
Taken under by the night
The sun's light
Winter days drift by like snowflakes fly
Through memories in your mind
On suburban streets lit up bright as stars
Like magic in the night
Lights
Now I'm haunted by the love I didn't show
Oh so bitter Oh so bitter
Believing your truth, making moves in the streets While I'm haunted by regrets
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget
There was a man whose memories were made up,
Of nothing.
He pushed the elevator button, and go home,
To nothing.
Yes his business had prospered
The shades are all pulled down;
The streets are all rolled up.
The only thing that breaks the silence
Are the trucks a-passin' by
And late at night
of the ghetto
Where the rags and words lie still
There's a room with a chair in the heart of the city
But only memories sit there
Princelet street in
The sound of midnight
Rings out on the cobbles
The moon has an eye on me
The night will be long
In the street light
Caught up by the fear
The rain
got a hundred bucks
Daddy let me take his truck
In this truck, I had a mic
I had my niggas set it up
Arrive on 37th Street
Think my past just set me up
the next nigga gotta stay starving if you eatin
Blinded by conditions we ain't see a life beyond the streets
Another lost nigga was the only thing they saw
The voices cry, as seasons die, the leaves fade to dust
And one by one, they turn to run, so who can you trust?
He pours just another glass
let the streets rock and roll your soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice
Sold me out for 3.5 grams
street
And it's knowin' we're not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads
of the undying man
He takes a walk down the street like so many times before
He overhears a conversation of two men by the corner store
They say, it’s better
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