Memoirs Of Keisha (исполнитель: PUSH)
For memories of Keisha Remember [bad word] Lisa Remember getting at ones At pointing at the bleachers Remember going to the car show every Easter Or being fresh to death So my cap to my sneakers My heart’s in the freezer I’m giving you my memoirs All the ups and downs of a high school gym star Make you understand why I rocket up a gym star Tell you it’s the pain for working on your game Practicing for years hoping that soon you’ll make a change But it all stay the same Your best wasn’t enough The road you took was tough When you feeling like giving up Ready to live it up But your mama a house [bad word] out and they look at you like a slope Ouch for every LeBronx so honey let you cooks Little that they know, little that they know Not really telling nothing bout the man I was before And little do they know, the little that I show Them are probably telling more than anybody’s ever told Little that they know, little that they know Not really telling nothing bout the man I was before And little do they know, the little that I show Them are probably telling more than anybody’s ever told Little do they know how much I have in store All the pain I don’t put, I should be selling out in stores But instead of a 2, I’m strapping off a woo Before child to ignore is knocking at my door [bad word] still wanna roll and I’m still surprised And I’m glued to the floor and I wanna be lying My [bad word] want more time but I’m still grinding Trying to pay my bills, but [bad word] still think I’m lying And I swear to God I’m trying to get up with a hump I knew you for a while, can’t expect me to open up My girlfriend a …year, left me without a care And me losing my soul again is one of my biggest fears You say I’m very distant, very inconsistent [bad word] stop talking and put more effort in your listening [bad word] my bad! I’m dark going cause I’m heartbroken [bad word] at least out effort all open Little that they know, little that they know Not really telling nothing bout the man I was before And little do they know, the little that I show Them are probably telling more than anybody’s ever told Little that they know, little that they know Not really telling nothing bout the man I was before And little do they know, the little that I show Them are probably telling more than anybody’s ever told’em couple dollars to my name, heart full of pain And I’m doing all I can to stray sane And I ain’t wanna take a plane I gotta do my thing [bad word] just try to maintain couple dollars to my name, heart full of pain And I’m doing all I can to stray sane And I ain’t wanna take a plane I gotta do my thing [bad word] just try to maintain [bad word]