My father is the cause of these memories
Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave
Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees
My felonies are all based in memories
It's a struggle,it's fading away
I make forty-some dollars a day
Memories, yeah, i hold em close,
Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
Never fading, and i know that the haters are forever waiting
The image of you fading away and me clutching desperately
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys
I'm not the only one with these memories
My childhood was full of bad memories
Not likely like stay long please
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