Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Remember Now, artist - Fashawn. Date of issue: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Just Remember Now |
| I remember back in the days when I was young |
| I always wanted tattoo tears just for fun |
| I didn’t have a gun |
| Cause Mike Reynolds taught us three strikes and you’re done |
| on the run |
| Then I heard «One Love,» and what I’m thinking next is: |
| What a brother got to do to make it out the 'jects? |
| No more picked pockets, no more Zip-Locs |
| And innocent girls putting ends in the pimp’s pocket |
| No more battle scars, I’m thinking caviar |
| You know ribeyes, wave her bye-bye |
| To rocking Dada, dipped in Prada, twisting la-la |
| I want the whole enchilada, if not, nada |
| In need of a lot-a inspiration for dreams I’ve been chasin' |
| Somebody say, «Amen» (Amen) |
| Waiting for the day when, one day it’ll make sense |
| So just remember now |
| (It'll all be over) |
| So just remember now |
| (It'll all be over) |
| So just remember now |
| (It'll all be over) |
| So just remember now |
| (It'll all be over) |
| Back in the days, I let my pants sag |
| JanSport bag and a .44 mag |
| XXL used to be my favorite mag |
| Used to use the word 'fresh' way before 'swag' |
| I seen Money Boss pull up in his new Jag |
| Shaq in his E-Class taught me about street cash |
| Belly had me rocking bow ties, playing both sides |
| Pushing bean pies, living la vida loca |
| I couldn’t take it anymore, long nights, cold weeks |
| No heat, hand-me-downs, torn sneaks |
| Take a break from the routine |
| Try and see where you’ve been, where you’re at |
| And right where you need to be |
| Instead y’all CB4, y’all got low cash |
| Limousine, Rolls-Royce as I rose past |
| From Shields Ave. to Rosecrans |
| Where gun control means to use both hands |
| Just waking in up in the morning, gotta thank God |
| I’m not the reason that your momma got her bank robbed |
| If I wasn’t rhyming, probably be smuggling diamonds |
| Or juggling jobs for pay, hustling chronic |
| But I would make the decision to make it out |
| Took the road less traveled, yeah, my favorite route |
| Prepared for the worst, and hope for the best |
| I let my tires taste the road to success |
| Memories of the projects, bopping to an older cassette |
| Fantasizing about unloading a Tec |
| I had a lot of rage bottled in at a young age |
| I smoked haze, swallowed gin, jot on a page |
| Til' Planet As' sat me down, so did Aren, yes |
| They was preparing the prince, it was apparent |
| That my struggles would only be temporary |
| No need to sit and worry, I felt rich already |