, who farted? all this fashion is making me sick, my son is a star, my daughters a model, drinking expensive bottles of water. incest may make your grandchild a
up mi saddle and decide to make a flex Way back inna di future Where me have to make a step (All sing along) Memories don't live like people do They
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
my family, didn't even much affect you I wonder why my homie died at such a young age I wonder why my homie death didn't make the front page Cause it's a
a shot nearly blind me Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley I'll be a memory, but I ain't
together So anyways, my mind strays and the tricks that my memory plays Like fascination and abomination on a biblical Broadway stage Like dancers and singers and a
the bosses under dogs and goons the ones that lost they job and went to the spoon I do it in memory of quarter juices wit white labels I do it for more
yourself for a while And the piano's this melancholy soundcheck To her smile And that white dress she's wearing You haven't seen her For a while But
brown eyed girl she's so sweet and naive She met a boy fell in love, carved their name out in a tree And oh you, what a perfect memory, there's a swing
Life?s a fog at night red brake lights The freeway beside a restaurant Cold egg whites sat on my plate like 3 AM this is a spot frequented by some made
give 'em something to feel (like En Vogue that's on the real, like T with a blindfold for the shining grill) We underground and we bout a mill, it took a
A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken
A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A
and no condo and I thought that Little Brother had a record deal Okay I see where you going now Want a sweat a nigga when you think he got a cash advance
You ain't a human while your music's boomin anti-human I'm assumin -- if you ain't human you're a beast The white man could be the devil all the day,
't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me at all 7
memory Haters comin' around here, talkin' about 'Remember me' Nah amnesia, Cham leader apparently You are just a follower now I'm about to set a speed If they can't
black eyed Susan says "Silly bitch is such a bore" In a while they know she'll walk away It's just a drunken game she likes to play Besides, she knows