Memory Loss

Young bull with memory loss

Can't remember my fall

I remember the winter gets cold

Ignorance is the key to success

Outside with the Outsiders

And we moving to our own accord

Like a Honda car

We see that slick talk got you far

But deep down you as hollow like a model broad

Such a shame though, keep my game low

Anaheim with my rhyme

Thank my angels

The socks is Ralph, the checks is cut

**** sleeping on me like a Texas cup

Houston we got a problem

Need to wake 'em up

So I'm spazzin on em with a graceful touch

Like an earthquake in yo sleep

Probably hear me playing in yo baby mother Jeep

I'm just here to let off steam

Like a blicky that's in reach

Or a tea kettle that screech

Still betting on myself and these little crazy dreams, beam

Making mood music for yo life interlude

You could use it lose it

I am just one with the tunes, till I hit my tomb

Making life a good trip without the shrooms

Young bull with memory loss

Can't remember my fall

I remember the winter gets cold

I remember the struggle gets old

Drinking wine on the 3rd

I was in bed by nine

I'm an old ass soul

So I'm 60 in the mind

Hit me when you got yo mind made up

I don't got the time to be patient

I could liberate you like Haitians

So tell me is that main spot vacant

I could fly you, I could buy

But I can't tho

But I know these **** can't hold a candle to the shit I can do

Have you holing on the towel han

Wait that's way too much for you to handle

Young bull with memory loss

Can't remember my fall

I remember the winter gets cold

I remember the struggle gets old