Lyrics:
don’t know the destination but I know the feel
Muscle memory how I control the wheel
Bodybuilder Bentley tear the street up like it’s Cloverfield
Wocky in
then)
All of my niggas are savages
Have you dead by the weekend nigga
I'm tatting up all of my sleeves
Memories hit and I run to the weed
My cousin
I can drive by your street and not feel a thing
Play all of those songs you used to play me
Get drunk with my friends and not think to call
Could
of vivid and sweet memories
In the blink of an eye
Those colorful days go by
In that moment of time when my dreams brought
Gifts to the kid that's inside me
a molar, followed up by more
Party hard, sleeping on the floor
Try to find some remedy
For feelings, pain, bad memories
Remain the gap between the teeth
Keep
everyday we making Memories
Writers Dennie Gray
Produced by: Itriago
those empty streets
Still struggling to fall asleep
All the memories I keep
Keeping me at night awake
You call me up
It's too late
Daddy you don't have
Every time I drive down my old street
I'm surrounded by all the memories
I feel like I'm losing sanity
Because
It's crazy how nothing ever feels
an old memory out of your mind
But the heart never forgets.
A face on a crowded street
An old movie on T.V.,
A song on the radio
Can bring it
"Heart Of My Heart" brings back a memory
When we were kids on the corner of the street
We were rough and ready guys
But Oh! How we could harmonize
hard, when it's all I'm lost in
All tha memories are flowin inside of me
Project one get me outta my mental
I've had people I loved get shot by em killas
street
When you left this town
You left it with traces of memories
Remnants of your touch
On every pavement, every street
We were kids who didn't know any
Living on the street
Tonight's a lonely place to be all right, oh lord
The rhythm of the city, I don't find it pretty anymore
Like I did before
memories of a pine cauffin
Seemed to me that I was dreamin
I'd been struck by a crazed fan after the concert, damn
Slugs form and I hurt, hopped up, checked
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
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
disguised, echoing no replies
That another day has come
That another day's gone by
Another memory to erase
And another moon is rising chasing shadows as they
disguised, echoing no replies
That another day has come
That another day's gone by
Another memory to erase
And another moon is rising chasing shadows as they
the past tear apart by sharp
edges of glass shards. Smashed where they start.
No remedy the way it seems. So, I bring
meaning to memories like they were
gon be another memory
I know you, barley scraping by, suicide, on a your mind
I remember what you said to me
Your my brother and I'll never let you
I was just fourteen
Rockin' the scene
Trying to get cream
By whatever means necessary
The beneficiary
Of the life I've received
All the love inside me
street sign
You're in every song on the radio
You're in every car rolling by
Every girl I've never known
Every turn there's a ghost a memory and a spark
Ashadá
Tell me where time gone
Oh
Na
Na
Na
Lemmie tell you bout a stage
In my life
Had good friends
Who was
Down by my side
On these streets we
picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV
Well honey, I'm just trying to make some sense outta me
I left a lot of ghosts in San
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