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letra de memories - rob john

verse 1 – rob john

yo it started in 2000, going into housing, knuckle head ducking the class, shawty was wildin, focused on bad chicks son was getting aroused and, moms had him working everyday never lounging
home from the cleaners watching em lighting up bogees, rolling up trees and blunts watching the ogees, after monday was tuesday dreams, high school, elementary, and school 18
junior was high, had a crush on the puerto rican mamis, walking out the class freestylin in the lobby, to shy to kick the game just like karate, but son had dreams to kick lines like ladi, dadi, throwing up on the bus and getting bent off bacardi, walking down memory lane was never stary
watching him write lyrics in books that was timothy, going to housе parties wild off the henеssee, thinking back never gets to me, i’m just flowing history, baking bars like rotisserie
you listening trying to figure out his mystery
had a good day and seen obama in a limousine, listening to malcolm, and martin had the illest dream
a yo son we gotta dream…
we gotta dream

chorus – rob john

taking a trip down memory lane, sometimes i feel like i’m drunk like i’m swerving the lane
taking a trip down memory lane…. we bout to make it thru the lane

verse 2 – rob john

listen
he saw mad days of h-ll and a glimpse of the heavenly, hopping on the bus the 70 to schenectady, quiet and afraid of being the intellectually, to make ends meet is what he chose selectively
they trying to get the best of us, she said, “take ya time my son even tho it feels like your left in dust” happy with a drum machine never needed toys r us, dubbing off the tape recorder when he was bored and stuff
summer nights sneaking in his girlfriends window, high in the cyph and rapping off of the indo, crazy in the lane…
he kept going and won like he scored more than 80 in a game
chamberlin, son left his old ways and every since then yo he never was the same again…
i said he never was the same again
he was changing it for the better, thru the weather

chorus – rob john

taking a trip down memory lane, sometimes i feel like i’m drunk like i’m swerving the lane
taking a trip down memory lane…. we bout to make it thru the lane

- rob john

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