Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memories Of Home, artist - Common. Album song Let Love, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Common
Song language: English
Memories Of Home |
| My first memory, my birthday on a party bus |
| Pops wasn’t there but that wasn’t obvious |
| In Mom’s arms, in God we trust |
| Black Mama love, everything marvelous |
| I didn’t know what I was missin', part of a system |
| Pops is gone, Uncle in prison |
| Inside wishin' for men to teach me 'bout girls and religion |
| Made my own rendition of grindin' and kissin' |
| Weekend calls to my Dad I’d listen |
| Still I felt distant, distant like love |
| There’s only so far that words could really hug |
| Didn’t wanna be a thug, older niggas I banged with |
| I learned a lot from them cuts in the basement |
| The smell of blunts laced with a little bit of spice |
| Wise, high niggas, giving me advice |
| We go out and start fights, scuff up our Nikes |
| Come back to talk crap and shoot a little dice |
| This is a slice of life and memories |
| Sittin' in my mind vividly, often they visit me |
| Oh baby |
| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da (Oh, oh) |
| I’m just tryna find a way to understand (I'm tryna understand) |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh |
| How do I rewind the tape and live in it? |
| (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| Stayin' out late and playin' in Wonderland (Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh) |
| Is it in God’s plan? |
| I’m just tryna find my way to understand it |
| Metaphors can’t explain how far I came |
| A young man at work, I made my own lane |
| Steered away from pain, relied on drive |
| There’s a old saying, «Don't cry, survive» |
| As I kept building there were cranes in the sky |
| Certain memories my brain would deny |
| A tear laid in my eye, I was afraid to reply |
| To the hurt that was callin', it came from the sky |
| An older play cousin, of course I trust him |
| But he was touchin' where he wasn’t supposed to be touchin' |
| What’s a kid supposed to do? |
| When they goin' through, what I was goin' through |
| Don’t know who to go to |
| You want to tell somebody |
| In many ways, I failed somebody |
| That somebody was me |
| Now I’m talking to little Rasheed |
| Incarcerated heart, man, you gotta be free |
| I felt it, when I told my man I would help with |
| Things he was dealin' with I really hadn’t dealt with |
| Emotions meltin', I began to release it |
| Things you can’t change, you could come to peace with |
| At least get it better for the children of forever |
| I read the Lord’s letter, I forgive our debtors |
| They don’t talk about it, maybe sharing their story |
| Memories of home, shared pain and glory |
| Oh baby |
| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da (Oh, oh) |
| I’m just tryna find a way to understand (I'm tryna understand) |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh |
| How do I rewind the tape and live in it? |
| (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
| Stayin' out late and playin' in Wonderland (Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh) |
| Is it God’s plan? |
| I’m just tryna find my way to understand it |
| Said I’m tryna understand, understand, understand, understand |
| Ayy-hey, oh-oh, oh |