to know Everything we used to be Just a memory Everything we used to know Everything we used to be Just a memory, just a memory [Negro League] Remember
may simply pause to admire Those that move with the grace of trees Dancing past streetlights And you walk through your house without turning on lamps Sure of the angle from door to table From
ride Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold shit From comin' that close
to Mexico Chase senoritas Drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls A couple of real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash And that old Ford truck A fuzzy cat hangin From
pair of half-broken headphones Muddled in rhymes Same time begin to pen mine Appreciating God's design Rewind sister Reminds me of a smile in the back of my memory
a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl And a paused beat from my stereo Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach Yeah I'm gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat
you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye? I'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when I die from rappin or tellin some cat
of cat shit and alone So he opened it and found a faded picture Of a girl he's never met, but somehow seen Like a memory of a dream from early childhood
a thin line between happiness and hopeless, An even thinner line between on point and out of focus, BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory, And how I levitate from
before the show, band pictures on the wall Load the gear in, feelin' like I know I'm not far from home But this place feels really different from St.
that I can't remember the name of. But it was about a guy who had his memories shared with those of a cat. He got away from the scientist guys and ran
instant pleasure, captain of the cricket team public speaking in all weathers, a knighthood from a queen. All of your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand. from
the big badge, got 'em freezy Houston we have a problem, please believe me I'm the hottest, from Compton to Queens In Dead End, I'm the cat that they
didn't matter The sickness captured in my chapters whip ya stature Get your backup, switch your act up, or your shit'll splatter I blast memory panels
if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat Pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that) [Nawz] Yo, wavin cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash From rockets
you, who's the boss? Sucka amneisa, memory loss, welllll Hit this, just quiet as kept Mmmmm C's on the charts from the start had slept Leeeeet's take
bitch No regrets I feel no shame Take me back right down memory lane (Yo hold up hold up I think I know this cat from high school. Yo pony boy it's
