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Past 7 Days
Memories was discovered most frequently at around 35 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

Top of my heart
I keep writing your name, on the fog of the glass
Every breath that I take, only drags up the past
I whisper "Let go", but the echoes said "Stay"
I bury your songs, they keep finding a way
I'm not asking you back, but my hands don't agree
My heart knows the steps, and my feet won't leave
Before you died we had fell out and it fucked with me
I can't take it right at the hood, but y'all stuck with me
And ‘seem that's my dawg, kept it a buck 50
All the shit that I been hearing, man it's fuck ****
All a bitch want is a purse, so I can't trust bitches
Bro usually have his gun, what was up with him?
I got a daughter but want a son, cause I can't trust ****
Bring up my past, but look I changed, I guess you stuck in it
They tried to play me like a lame, now I don’t fuck with them
I got the money, got the fame, 'til more it's up with 'em
Fuck ****, I can not fuck with 'em
No I cannot trust ****, my brothers they stuck with me
My pain, it fucked with me
Jamaya she stuck with me
He found him some luck, didn't he?
Them thousands, I'm counting plenty
They scout, 'cause I'm the ticket
Rello, your lil' brother did it
Got the ball, still time to listen
I'm the boss, I talk, you listen
My baby girls, what I be missing
I had some problems, but I did fix them
Baby, I'm scarred, can you just listen?
Pray all my problems, turn to fiction
He died, wish he listened
This street shit get tricky
Can't let no bitch get me
He died, only got memories
(He died, only got memories)
Damn
This life shit, this shit, this shit could get challenging (Man)
This shit really like what you make it
I just wanna say like, whatever you, whatever you doing, just keep going, like (Just keep going, don't stop)
Don't let nobody tell you what you can't do (Keep going)
Like, I'ma just keep talking in this motherfucker, like (For real, for real)
'Cause it don't get no realer (It don't)
I just wanna thank God, that I see this shit clear
And I don't know, but I do know (I do know)
Written by: Earl Wallace
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