| It’s easy, to forget
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| A joke or game, someone’s name
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| The day to day, what time to meet
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| A certain place, or one street
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| Faces be looking familiar, sometimes it’s hard to know
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| I’ve been in a whole lot of places, I’ve met a lot of folks
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| Ain’t had a window to open, needed a pot to throw
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| In my hood the story of Mouse is one you gotta know
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| Could ask ma to push the i8 Beamer
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| Can’t remember where I seen her, I think it was La Marina
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| Singing all the words to Trina
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| Whole demeanor said freak like old pictures of Adina
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| But now all these broads shaped the same and waist trained
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| I’m on my third passport, I can’t remember these niggas
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| Like all the faces is blurred of most these industry niggas
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| Mean game somewhile for an inkling of the fame
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| And I can spot them from their accents when I’m thinking of their name
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| I’ve seen dames sip pink champagne
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| And do drugs that’ll put Charlie Sheen to shame
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| Off my penis until I came
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| The drugs over these years made its way to my mental
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| Pardon if I don’t remember when you gave me a demo
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| Or that one night we met up in Aces
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| When it count 'em an accountant, I’m just better with faces
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| So it’s regular Joe, a regular wherever if I’ma go
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| That’s since forever ago, so it’s however it could go, Joey |