Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memories (Part II), artist - Big Sean.
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Memories (Part II) |
Sometimes I dream bigger than I live |
Sometimes I think better when I’m lit |
So go on and light it |
Roll it up, ignite it |
One time for all my niggas that dreamed it than real life’d it |
I swear I’ve been through everything in life but a coffin |
They say sky’s the limit, how bitch? |
I’m moonwalking |
And my middle name Michael, ho |
Success is my idol and being broke is my rival |
But it’s cool because I got the title, ho |
See I just want my fantasies in real life |
You got everything tell me what it feel like |
Motherfuck the radio if I can’t hear mine |
They give the wrong people more airtime than airlines |
Is you feeling me? |
If not you feel my energy |
See I know I’ma make it, but even if I don’t |
Don’t feel bad cause honestly all these times that I had |
Those will be the best memories |
Let’s reminisce on the good times and the bad |
Be the best memories |
I hope that you remember me |
Reflect on everything we missed |
Cause you know we’ll never get it back |
These will be the best memories |
Woah woah, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, the memories |
Cause in the end all you really have is memories |
Woah woah, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, the memories |
Are you willing to give up what you love, for who you love |
Or lose your girlfirend to groupie love |
Everywhere I go I get a group of hugs |
That’s what happens when they need connections and you the plug |
How many trends you gotta set til you considered great? |
How many missed calls til you considered fake? |
How many dreams til it’s considered fate? |
I’m eating in a world where I’m considered bait |
A workaholic addicted to bills |
People addicted to me cause they addicted to real |
My best friend got addicted to pills |
I can’t look at him in his eyes |
You don’t know how that shit feels mentally |
I ain’t trying to rock no shirts that say in memory |
I’m praying that he make it, wishing we could go back |
Cause honestly all the times that we had |
Those will be the best memories |
Let’s reminisce on the good times and the bad |
Be the best memories |
I hope that you remember me |
Reflect on everything we missed |
Cause you know we’ll never get it back |
These will be the best memories |
Woah woah, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, the memories |
Cause in the end all you really have is memories |
Woah woah, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, the memories |
Sometimes reality checks are too big to be cashed |
Mailed one when I heard Unique had died in that crash |
Seems like yesterday I just seen her smile and laugh |
I’m stressing over little shit |
When I should be happy I can |
They say my music beating, cause I follow my heart |
I always have faith, light will swallow the dark |
Hurtin' with my Mama looking at cribs we can’t purchase |
Houses bigger than the Palace |
But she a queen, so she deserve it |
So I’m focused, they try to throw me off track |
But they just hurdles, I’m marathoning |
To the money and you just running off in a circle |
I’m huddled up with my team, in other words my inner circle |
Fast forward a few years later |
Now we the fucking winner’s circle |
Remember the first time I was rhyming for Kan |
Almost as nervous as the first time I rhymed for my mom |
Sold out the theater downtown, she said it was perfect |
But I already dreamed it |
So it felt like I rehearsed it |
Much as my grandma took care of me since I was birthed |
Sad I used to steal twenty dollar bill right out her purses |
No I ain’t perfect, tryna make a gift out of a curse |
Life out of a hearse |
And if I die first then I have the memories |
Let’s reminisce on the good times and the bad |
Be the best memories |
I hope that you remember me |
Reflect on everything we missed |
Cause you know we’ll never get it back |
Woah woah, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, the memories |
Woah woah, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, the memories |
Let’s reminisce on the good times and the bad |
Reflect on everything we missed |
Cause you know we’ll never get it back |
Woah woah, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, the memories |
Woah woah, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, the memories |