Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Remember, artist - Sammy Adams.
Date of issue: 02.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Remember |
Look how far you done came |
But I say you’ll remember my name |
Look how far you done came |
Just from screamin' your name |
Just from being yourself |
Well how fast did it change |
When we started from mom’s |
Man, those days were the bomb |
Never set no alarm |
Never thought we’d be young |
Went from panning my name |
When November done came |
It was cold in the streets |
And my records were flames |
So from chasing the cash, |
and now watching my ass |
I got burnt from the same, |
flame I live with a match |
Took some advice I should’ve passed on |
Should’ve put another album on the fire, left the motherfucking gas on |
Break but gotta smash arms, make mistakes but make sure |
The shake you give ‘em gonna leave ‘em with a cast on |
I took the pain in my head, I took the knives in my back |
Been writing home for a while, I always get something back |
Now I’m back on these tracks and they gon' love it (love it) |
BBSG nothing above it |
Love it when I’m back, hate it when I’m gone, |
Miss me on the track, back where I belong |
And I know you love it (love it, love it), |
And I know you love it (love it, love it, love it) |
Hate it when I’m gone, love it when I’m back |
Back where I belong, right back on the track |
And I know you love it (love it, love it) |
And I know you love it (love it, love it, love it), love it, love it |
Oh but fuck it, it’s cool, I ain’t holding a grudge, |
Never paying attention when they paying too much, I tried |
Moving a mountain but that shit wouldn’t budge, only |
God has the gavel, I’d be stupid to judge, the whole |
Point of the story, I’ve been trying to say |
Life is a fucking bitch but she can light up the stage |
And if you ain’t proactive, you might as well rap it |
Send a cruel home, get the bags, start packing |
Drop another pop song, crossover, smash record, no message |
Left exact just like we got one, only thing that matters in the long run is the |
fans, |
And judging by the show of hands, who the fuckin' man? |
I took the pain in my head, I took the knives in my back |
Been writing home for a while, I always get something back |
Now I’m back on these tracks and they gon' love it (love it) |
BBSG nothing above it |
Love it when I’m back, hate it when I’m gone, |
Miss me on the track, back where I belong |
And I know you love it (love it, love it), |
And I know you love it (love it, love it, love it) |
Hate it when I’m gone, love it when I’m back |
Back where I belong, right back on the track |
And I know you love it (love it, love it) |
And I know you love it (love it, love it, love it), love it, love it |