Memories

Everydays another test
Man I just hope to be the best
I don't know how to get there but I'm just gonna try my best
I sit here and reap my debts
That I've owed to not earn my death
But now I'm sitting in my room
And that knife is looking real fresh
Two times that I've lied
Went and cheated out yo sight
Went behind yo back and stabbed That shit and I don't know why
Now I'm staring at myself
And I just hate the fucking image
Wish I could photoshop myself
Out of my vision cause I'm skittish

And I don't know why
Why I even try
I'm just getting high
So I can pass the time when you're
Not around
No I ain't doing fine
Cause you don't hit my line
Like fuck I wish the time
That we had was more than fucking
Memories

No this shit really sucks
Wish that you'd hit me up
But nobody really needs me
My life is so fucked
Got my blood on my hands
Feeling like I'm wet sand
Sometimes you gotta think outta
The box to understand
But lately I been feeling like
What's yo plan
Like oh man you can't get far
With yo plan
Nigga you gotta go rethink
Your whole plan
Cause you're failing at the start
Like baking with no pan
Seems like you've been lost
On a quest for nothing
What you talking man
What's discussion
I can't stand you
What's you're purpose
You seem so dull
On the surface
Nigga look in the mirror
And you'll see that you're so fucking
Worthless

And I don't know why
Why I even try
I'm just getting high
So I can pass the time when you're
Not around
No I ain't doing fine
Cause you don't hit my line
Like fuck I wish the time
That we had was more than fucking
Memories



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Writer(s): George Duke, June Deniece Williams
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