Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can’t Remember, artist - Joey Cool. Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Song language: English
I Can’t Remember |
| I’m pretty sure I saw you at the club, huh |
| You and all the girls having fun, huh |
| Light-skinned girl and the drunk one |
| Latina with the little bad blonde one |
| Send somebody over, find out where you come from |
| That’s a boss move for you little dum-dums |
| Now she bend the wall to me like she want some |
| In about five, four, three, nigga, two, one |
| Feeling like I’m Ric Flair, I’m a connoisseur of it, I’m a stickler |
| Lemme go and tell you 'bout it 'fore we get there |
| I got the loft with the bed and the big mirror |
| I got a white leather couch with a big chair |
| And the ceiling disappear so it’s big air |
| I got the concrete floor and it marked out |
| Drops pins if you ever wanna skrrt there |
| Ay, came loud, made a couple pit stops |
| I’m saying everywhere we go, we taking big shots |
| And I’ma walk up to the front of this here line here |
| They call him Little Coolie Baby with the big stock |
| But I remember you was standing with your clique, huh |
| And you was curving everybody, you the shit, huh |
| I think I saw the red bottoms on the kicks, huh |
| I know you prolly thinking how could I forget, huh |
| Now it’s coming back, little red dress |
| You indulge in the bathroom, little excess |
| I don’t judge, I don’t care 'bout it |
| I don’t expect not a damn thing |
| I’m a sucker for the best sex (Yeah) |
| Ay, now it’s coming back, you was on watch |
| I was talking shop and you sent me a Patrón shot |
| Try to put your number in the phone but the phone died |
| Fuck it though, look I’m here now, where we gon' slide |
| Yeah |
| Pretty sure I saw you at the club last night (At the club last night) |
| You was with your girls and I was all looking right (All looking right yeah) |
| But I can’t remember (I just can’t remember) |
| I just can’t remember (I just can’t remember) |
| I came back, we on night two |
| I don’t need your name but to like you |
| I came back to entice you, I came back to invite you |
| Y’all can all roll, they can ride too |
| You got a few more, they can slide through (Come on) |
| Y’all can leave the Moors and the Bibles |
| 'Cause we don’t have rules we abide to |
| Coolie Baby, I’ma be your new roof |
| This ain’t nothing people ain’t really used to |
| I ain’t ever really had a crew dude |
| Now nigga fucking with the who’s who |
| I was at the crib where we backed up |
| That was in the day, we had three or four black trucks |
| 'Bout around the time I was real about this rap |
| Will you forgive me now? |
| Overlapping stories getting mashed up, ay |
| I got a thing for bitch that wanna act up |
| See you talking with your girls, getting gassed up |
| Ain’t a sicker nigga in it, finna pass up |
| I know why you playing, come and get snatched up |
| I know you prolly had a little bit of bad luck |
| And a sucker nigga got you playing catch up |
| Your homegirl tryna tell you that you messed up |
| But the way it look to me is you done blessed up |
| Because a real nigga talking to you right now |
| If it’s a problem with the plumbing, lay the pipe down |
| I put your face all in the pillow, make you bite down |
| I have you screaming bloody murder, how it might sound |
| Because a real nigga talking to you right now |
| If it’s a problem with the plumbing, lay the pipe down |
| I put your face all in the pillow, make you bite down |
| I have you screaming bloody murder, how it might sound |
| Yea-yeah |
| Night three, I was feeling hella feisty |
| Chilling with the ghouls, freaks and the night breed |
| I got a satch with the Libra and the Pisces |
| A couple bad ones acting like they like me |
| And now she grabbing on my chain 'cause it’s icy |
| The truth told, that ain’t really what my type be |
| They were tripping, so I told 'em I was Mike D |
| They were like, «G, I don’t know, he might be» |
| I bought a round of the drinks for the tribe |
| Took a sip then I left a cue tip without a fight fee |
| And I ain’t worry 'bout the price, it was my treat |
| I’m on my Wu-Tang, dipping in the ice cream |
| The iris told me everything what I read |
| And Joey told me, «Yo that somebody wifey» (What?) |
| And I ain’t finna give it up without a fight |
| We about to hit it off, heavy Holly going lightly |
| And I was spitting game at it, moving high speed |
| On my Spike Lee, tryna do the right thing |
| I lit a joint, let her get a hit of my tree |
| And we be tonged out, plotting our nice dreams |
| We were feeling good, but it went precisely |
| Then I felt somebody tugging all up on my sleeve |
| 5'7″ with my height, she was 5'3″ |
| And so I look over ahead, what my eyes see? |
| A couple bros looking like they going postal |
| Joe Cool all up in my ear like I told you |
| But when we roll through, mobbing with the whole crew |
| So I told dude, «Gimme space, I don’t know you» |
| What it is? |
| What it was? |
| What it don’t do? |
| Why your girl not acting like she 'posed to? |
| If it were love then she prolly would’ve chose you |
| Then I caught a sucker punch for being hella vocal |
| Damn |
| Pretty sure I saw you at the club last night (At the club last night) |
| You was with your girls and I was all looking right (All looking right yeah) |
| But I can’t remember (I just can’t remember) |
| I just can’t remember (I just can’t remember) |