Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Memories , by - Grits. Song from the album Redemption, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.11.2006
Record label: Gotee
Song language: English
Memories |
| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made |
| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade |
| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid |
| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade |
| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made |
| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade |
| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid |
| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade |
| I remember licking cake batter spoons, making tents in the rooms |
| Playing with my cousins underneath the full Georgia moon |
| Keen advice from Cousin Davy, kept my faith tight |
| And Wavies Curl bag that holds every dew rags |
| And pork and beans, potted meat and saltines |
| Grilled cheese and pig feed, bullet grapes and palm trees |
| Sweetness of my memories |
| My daddy had a '98, yellow like banana peels |
| Whitewalls and custom wheels, pillows in the window sills |
| They called my granddaddy «Razor», he was cold-witted |
| He hit the hooch, you made him mad and you was gone feel it |
| Miss Flaws sat next to my grandma, and the backbone |
| And an angel in disguise took the chord of family ties |
| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made |
| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade |
| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid |
| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade |
| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made |
| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade |
| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid |
| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade |
| Blessed with the gift of gab |
| Holding potential’s essential to pinch you |
| Convince you that we got the strength to lift the slab |
| We ain’t just a shifting fad, jonesing for whatever ops should come our way |
| Recover from the losses, cautious, I’m okay |
| Take my breath away, take it to immeasurable heights |
| Scoping through my point of view, take a picture through my sights |
| Pray that Im-a rap it right |
| Rep it, overstepping boundaries |
| Guessing lessons, natural progressions |
| Hoping they don’t clown me |
| Chatter join the memory bliss, spotted in the corner, plotting |
| Any coffeehouse in town is going down |
| I shag it rotten, gang up or keeping options |
| Symphonies that might hip-opera |
| By thirty mix states, I’m thumbing through my brain synapses |
| Recall the gall that made me stumble, fall for gain |
| Some of y’all forced the stall |
| Falls and master walls, now here we are |
| Mama’s teaching standing strong |
| Daddy’s discipline is out the window |
| Daddy’s presence wasn’t felt, so I knelt within the in… |
| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made |
| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade |
| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid |
| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade |
| Flies swarm around the picnic that mama made |
| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade |
| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid |
| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade |