Memories is medicine But Past make me reticent I really need me Ritalin or better yet some mescaline If you're scared then say that you're scared
Cause future's always tentative And present's always relative Like birthdays with my Missing presences was felt, scared They say these the cards dealt, scared
But life ain't a game And I show ain't a spade And I show ain't a slave And we show ain't the same But I wonder? What makes a card different besides the number? Or between a Club and a Clover Looking four luck in them L.A. summers I remember my Ma in Dumb and Dumber I remember near death in a Rover I remember when she got sober Then copped the same one in October Same color, same color
Can't smile at the past when I see it Mistake my past as seen it Cause what was ain't what it really seem Maybe pain is what I really mean Or maybe gas what I really need Too bad it turned me to a fiend For weeks, dazed
With my Momma on oC-enia
I don't know, no Where to go, go Protect my soul Before I'm ghost I'm gone, I'm gone I was lost but I'm found, I think?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
