Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memento, artist - Melanin 9. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Memento |
| Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind |
| Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes |
| Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime |
| Mirrors align, is it just a sign? |
| Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind |
| Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes |
| Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime |
| It’s just a sign, is this just a sign? |
| It all depends on how you look at life |
| You may see a difference to my blue and whites |
| Different perspectives interject when we’re viewing light |
| We don’t see the same shit in the spectrum of our truer sight |
| He hung me off a wooden pine with Henny stains |
| Flick the dust between my eyes before he decided to aim |
| Looked directly through my lens and saw vessels riddled with pain |
| Crime adolescents licking off pebbles for instant fame |
| Liquor in his frame flicking through my memory circuits |
| Watching the chick he taped from last night with Hennesey twerking |
| And started cheesing he shook me up to stop my brain from freezing |
| Sometimes the pictures stored in my head are used for dreaming |
| So I doze off, the last one was taken with the scope off |
| Resemble Kodak Black with his neck snapped and nose shot |
| It’s kinda rare sketches of a man drawn to violent peers |
| Looking at the photos of his cousin tryna' hide his tears |
| I weigh about a kilo light a couple inches height |
| My brain contains a cartridge with a megapixel sight |
| They pull me out to snap pictures of life scanned and exposed |
| Passage to films the characters, the fabrics of my soul |
| I heard the image is subjective to the brain |
| I heard the image is receptive to the pain |
| Weaving my soul through these wires and leaving prints |
| Every moment from this universe expands from within |
| With the gadgets on my skin as they grab me to begin |
| Catch a panoramic action shot infractions in a glimpse |
| Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind |
| Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes |
| Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime |
| Mirrors align, is it just a sign? |
| Dig deep and find those pictures in my mind |
| Visions and times just scripted in my rhymes |
| Scribbling lines of wickedness and crime |
| It’s just a sign, is this just a sign? |