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letra de the fakest memories - kiyanosh sahebi

[verse 1]
give a young kid a dream and a vision
and see if hes dismissing the thought of being the one which people scream for and listen
to this lyrical magician
wishin’ for his composition to be a movement
making good music
reminisce about your fakest memories don’t confuse it
with the real ones, over a million
cook this sh-t up like heisenberg
smoke mary jane in eamons car till we despisin’ her
and now my eyes are burnt
and now the sky’s the limit
it’s infinite what can happen in the next minute
so open up the wedding card and write some sh-t in it
ooh ooh tonight’ll make a memory
they tellin me that they’ll be together until they’re seventy
it sounds so heavenly, too bad it never happened
fake memories why won’t you start to blacken?
and imma keep on rappin with even more precision
give a young kid a dream and a vision

[chorus]
ooh ooh, they’re the fakest memories, they’re the fakest memories
no no, it’s the greatest remedy, it’s the greatest remedy

verse 2:
sit back, this the premier of the beats
chew and spit out any rapper alive – bon appet-te
and i just sit and ponder while stevie’s doing wonders
never had vision but always had a vision
to start making art, many people calling him superst-tious
the flow is cruel and vicious, remembering malicious memories
before the smoothest rhythms had been introduced to me
baba was playing shajarian usually
back when i couldn’t fathom whatever happened
rappin’ was not a habit, rabbit was not an idol and chancellor was taking acid
memories bout the past and dreams about the future
understand my fakest memories much better than i used to
i used to give my brother sh-t for listening to rap
but now i love it i live it so now i’m giving it back

[chorus]

[verse 3]
i got an imbeciles mind, the kind that belongs to a superfluous herbalist
but i spit so real i’m now a verbalist
my futures looking luminous, -ssuming it’s me who’s gon need a stewardess
for touring with tourists, me and spretbot there’s two of us
i never grew up thinking i would be a murderer
but i will murder any rapper to spit a verb or a noun, i’m proud
take me to the nearest prison, feed you the clearest wisdom
because i’m smoking potent, into the open ocean, my broken potion
my unspoken notion, awoken convulsion, she soaked in lotion tryna prevent repulsion
but she don’t need it though, something they need to know
i’m just a seed right now but it’s time for me to grow
and grow into the best version of person or persian you can imagine
and those memories you cannot fathom?
it’s cause they’re fake they don’t relate to your life, no
it’s part of a cycle, “he looks like a psycho”
they say a smart man look like a mad man to a dumb man, so run man!
they gon f-ck you up like iran man..

[chorus]

- kiyanosh sahebi

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