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I let me sit down let me relax. Put my time on hold I don't wanna think about my complex. Pocket full of memories come with me and let's empty these. Let's see who you wanna be. Back in the days I can see me on the concrete. Couldn't sleep had to think all the time. How would I manage to improve and go for mine. Rain all day rain. Waiting for the lord to ease my pain. Maintain I gotta play the game. Different day problems the same. Bass how low can you go. Deeper than I did never holl ho. I wanna thank my family. Pocket full of memories we shall be free. Down on my knees satisfaction for my enemies. I mentoined several times that the lord is real. And how you freeze and squeeze your face in a magazine. I believe positivity to suseed my memories. I was working like a slave you got the cheese. And I couldn't even reathe. One for my family two for my peeps. I am a millionaire play fair I don't cheat. Pockets full of cream the lord set me free. Here I stand the witness believe me.
Writer(s): Tony Cottura, Buelent Aris, Nana Abrokwa, - Rookee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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