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Short Term
152
On Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Short Term was released on September 19, 2005 by 1983 Records as a part of the album Safe as Fu*k
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Release DateSeptember 19, 2005
Label1983 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

Lyrics

Welcome to the world of Animal Scene
Dope City, it's fine
September 1st, 1983
A newborn wreckhead lost his fucking short term memory
He couldn't remember shit
Who the fuck he was or what to do with a clit
Like a bastard kid he might have left it somewhere
Smoking loads of bud 'cause he just don't care
Are you my dad, my mam or my brother?
'Cause it's in one ear and ain't the fucking other
Not being blasé, not too concise
Doctor said my brain was like a bowl of rice
Strong mind control means telekinesis
Fucking strong draw leaves your mind in pieces
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
I had something to do but instead I got high
Pants, holy what? I think I've been fucked up
My short term memory's fucking gone to pot, clan
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
Looking at his face, no expression or emotion
Even if a naked girl were showing him devotion
You could tell him stuff, be it truth or lie
'Cause the only thing he won't forget is how to get high
Stop there, take a second, understand
Smoking the weed is integral to the band
Of brothers, but you knew that before
Ask him two plus two and he'll just say draw
Boom, boom, boom, shake the room
Don't know the words, writing them the fucking tune
What, when, who, why, what's going on?
Forgot what I'm saying, fuck me, this shit's strong
Doctor said it fucks your mind and your follicles
It might be true but I think he's talking follicles
Follows at home, but I'm in town
I'm Animal Scene and I need to lie down, clan
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
In your head, zombie, zombie
I got this problem with my memory
It's no joke, I'm not playing
I can't remember what we were saying
Psychotropic drugs inside of my brain
It made me forget the what's-her-name
I got this problem, it's called short term
I got a memory of ejaculated sperm
What was I saying? Now it's gone
Short term memory, mind's gone wrong
Should I give up weed? Maybe I oughta
Fuck ass pants, hit me up another quarter
Yeah, it's true my mind's like a sieve
I smoke weed everyday, that's how I live
But I'm sure the weed isn't to blame
'Cause my nan's eighty-five, she's just the same, clan
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
Yes, what it is
Uh, nah, fuck it, it's gone
Dope man, dope man, do you remember?
You owe me fifty quid from last September
When I'm out, I tend to forget
Did I know you or have we just met?
Should have kept a log like Captain Kirk
Because I forgot to pick up the missus from work
I got this book on mental power
Had to take special pills and wank twice an hour
Short term memory all gone up in smoke
I don't know what you said but I think someone spoke
Constant amazement at everyday reality
Like professors and wave-particle duality
An alarm clock breaking after a power cut
Or school on a Saturday when I knew it was shut
Speed, coke, pills and ecstasy
Affecting my short term memory
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
My short term memory
It won't come back to me
Written by: Goldie Lookin Chain
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