but now I am lost you closed your eyes despair dancing in my heart as I ran to escape my tears I, I am alone, there is no God where I am rise, the memories
all niggas know about the dirty south? One time [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again, just to stay on top I recall memories,
he said it would be raining But it's clear and blue as far as I can see Left by the lamp, right next to the bed On a cartoon cat pad she scratched with
who would ever suppose that that Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat!" Grizabella the Glamour Cat Grizabella the Glamour Cat Who would ever suppose that that Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat
about our proper names Our habits and our habitat But how would you ad-dress a cat? So first, your memory I'll jog And say: A cat is not a dog Now dogs
fast, love hard, die young And leave a beautiful memo-ry I wanna live fast, love hard, die young And leave a beautiful memory I'm a wampus cat let me
old horror-movie, that I can't remember the name of. But it was about a guy who had his memories shared with those of a cat. He got away from the scientist
Air Max Hyperdermix raps, share it and you'll both have tracks Dope man supply fire to wax, push your wigs back Hit ya like a tall cat, make ya relapse
kids swim in my mind Hucklebums on cane-pole time Give me those swamp river days again Old memories out in the crick Playin' hooky with a hobo stick Old memories
tell myself one from the other i have not seen one nor heard of one (remembrance of the child i once was) the suffering of children will avenge the memory
: I take a walk I mow the grass I don't worry 'bout the years that pass My wife is dead I live alone in my little country home I have my memories and
creation was for blacks to kill blacks It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories But this time, it's done intentionally He walked me outside, saw this cat
roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!) Peace God -- now the shit is explained I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that
voyeuristic colour The public act, let you model your shame On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk Let the cats walk, and the cat walks I've played this
Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire I have memories
Man, it was like a marathon when I banged her All five CD's had cycled through the changer After her tenth climax I stop counting Vivid memories of them
re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks and you're gonna burn the city down right now whoa whoa you're like a black cat with a black
in back seat, a good memory still cries at a good film Still kisses with saliva, no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick That's driven
