Memento - GQ

So… so where are you?

You’re in some hotel room

You just… you just wake up and you’re in a hotel room

I mean you know who you are

And you kinda know all about yoself but…

Just for the day to day stuff… notes are really uh… useful

(Hook)

New beginnings, startin over

Celebratin, still hardly sober

Memory gone, so forgetful

I can’t remember nothing, I need a pad and pencil

Look what I’m getting into

Rockin like fraggle, bitches

My spirit slowly liftin, no different from castle bridges

I’m blackin out like charcoal, they lookin for me — Marco

Don’t know too many kings

I paint the city, she tell me how much she love my art show

We off that killa purple, Sophia and habo

Fuck it, I’m in it, watch me, that’s what they usually do

Kickin these niggas out like…

And they be on the corner hustling

Probably see a crook or two

Bitches got a appetite for lots of plots, hookahs too

Pregnant women hustle nigga, see that mean I’m pushin through

They not awesome, they just talkin

Huh, I got some shit I’m dealin with, hopefully time fix

Either they fuck wit you or dog you out, blind sticks

Went up a lot of steps, work ethic is rocky

My eyes tight like fried rice dipped in wasabi

Without the money it’s a hobby

So broke I couldn’t even pay respect, they wouldn’t let me in, I’m Bobby

Up in rally, now I’m poppin up in hella folk discussions

But I don’t think they understand, I mean

You can’t pull a nigga into remembering

The more pressure you’re under — the harder it gets

(Hook)

New beginnings, startin over

Celebratin, still hardly sober

Memory gone, so forgetful

I can’t remember nothing, I need a pad and pencil

Yea, sleepin on miotis, spark it up with lighters

Leavin out the info like why you ain’t invite us?

Talkin code red, drum roll tipsy

Like I’m leaving Nipsy’s

Shootin stars droppin

Wallpaper pealin, nobody’s close to me

Except my neighbors' building, fish tank fillin

Lot of eyes on me but they don’t even know

Shit, where I get it from?

Nigga you feel me

On this bitch like this trip, bumpin LV

The same dreams you buyin they couldn’t sell me

Cuz now I fuck with em

Na, tell me I’m far ahead

Butter like garlic bread, I got a lot of drive

Can’t even park in red, runnin out of ink

But never out of thoughts

It all make em say…

Jumpin off the hook

Let that man bungee, tell him hit the showers

But not with Zan Dusky

Ricocheting off him, slick as a day in Harlem

Soon as she see me say

Wait wait, something don’t feel right

I think somebody’s fuckin with me

He’s tryin to get me to kill the wrong person or something

(Hook)

New beginnings, startin over

Celebratin, still hardly sober

Memory gone, so forgetful

I can’t remember nothing, I need a pad and pencil

(Outro)

Look what I’m getting into

Rockin like gravel, bitches

My spirit slowly liftin, no different from castle bridges

I’m blackin out like charcoal…

Wait wait, what the fuck I’m doin?

I already said that shit