The Memo

A lot of pieces right now
How I put this together
I'm not a chess player
But good with the weather
I'm not into old times
Shit I'm only getting better
Fuck all the bullshit
I'm lifting my tongue
I'm Texan for sho
I live in my heart
Taylor still home
But never going back
I'd rather stay out in this field far from home
Pieces come apart back then I struggled to reveal
How can he manage tryna live off something like that
I got issues, memories are fighting back
Selling me outdated lies to put me inside

That's what makes this hard
But shit you caught the vibe the Memo
That's what makes this hard
But shit you caught the vibe the Memo
That's what makes this hard, but shit yeah

Now I ain't gone lie I'm serious
Taking this shit too serious
Accept the charges on my cousin
Joking like I'm the one in prison
The chance that I had was perfect
Eyes lining up that must mean something (right)
TSU campus living room
The fuck was I in there doing (writing)
Of course, this shit runs away with me
It's hard getting me to settle down
Exhibit number ones that reason
How I'm able to speak to you right now
Imagination's crazy girl and amount of references are short
But stamina that I have is something you should be afraid of girl
Give me your number or handle then
I'll contemplate if I'm worth the headache
Won't waste ya time to save me mine
I've grown between the time I last dated
Gentleman but learned it's okay to grip ya neck and love you so with pain
Work ya spine and nails down my back to rib cage
The Memo

That's what makes this hard
But shit you caught the vibe the Memo
That's what makes this hard
But shit you caught the vibe the Memo
That's what makes this hard
But shit you caught the vibe the Memo

Caught the vibe the
You caught the vibe The Memo
I ain't saying nothing else



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Writer(s): Isaiah Pittman
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