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Mac Memories

and gentle days with you Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine Memories, memories, sweet memories

in my socks, running from the po po From the block to the motherfucking penitentiaries I'm reminiscing about my motherfucking memories [Chorus x2] [Mac] I remember Mac

over You better have the will to bend over and take... [Baatin] Off your clothes in time.. Conqueror, come back to give some of that old Pictual, actual, factual; Let Mac

out now, uh) See this is front line No turnin' back now I'm about to score This is war on the track now Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now

answered You're just a Kit Kat, on some Tic-Tacs But I'm a Big Mac, cuz I'm G Rap Fully equipped with a hip hop lip My memory bank is like a microchip

all these fucking babies till I get a paper cut kill the competition now ? then I make them up Only time we Black and Yellow when the caution tape is up ha, that record dead memory

love like the 14th of February Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th Halloween or Memorial Day At your memorial

turnina?? on the things Ia??d undo As I wrestle with the painful truth Oh, my sleep escapes me as guilt berates me Exhausted, the memories are drawing

could turn back time I wouldn't touch a day I wouldn't shade the shine Cause I do know this, I won't be remiss with the memories locked away in my heart