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memorabilia - wvn lyrics

(cib do the mixing)
(d*mn lucy laflare, that’s you?)

[verse]
i remember
i was seventeen when i jumped off the porch
with a dollar and a dream
f*cking on these b*tches
smoking on this weed
not many on my team i was in a different league
trying to decide
what i want from what i need
and calling females b*tches cause they dogs different breeds
knocking down these trees
while i’m stacking up these leaves
409 hudgens street
man it mean so much to me

[verse]
remember we would wake up
roll up and get our cake up
perfect without no makeup
makeups turning to break ups
cuz told me to stay up
man i ain’t give no f*cks
give up or you can get up
lay down and you can stay stuck
sleeping from couch to couch
jumping from house to house
turning these b*tches out
giving em mouth to mouth
these n*ggas chasing clout
i took a different route
ain’t wanna f*ck me then
don’t wanna f*ck you now
[verse]
look, baby it’s simple
can’t f*ck up my mental
i tried to be gentle
you were so judgmental
pulled up in a rental
now you sentimental
so coincidental
you were fundamental
now i ain’t stressing you made your impression
i swear i ain’t flexing
got out that depression
you taught me a lesson
no more second guessing
it’s you i’m addressing
you see this progression

[chorus]
to tell the truth man
life ain’t been no crystal stair for me
that’s why i’m always moving cautious
thinking carefully
i try my best to really figure out just what it mean
that’s why i up and jumped up off the porch at 17

to tell the truth man
life ain’t been no crystal stair for me
that’s why i’m always moving cautious
thinking carefully
i try my best to really figure out just what it mean
that’s why i up and jumped up off the porch at 17
[verse]
i remember i was 17
growing up in hp
with my granny ms irene
coming home late from school
used to turn on bet
watching 106 and park
with terrance j & rocsi
yeah
tell me what you think it really mean
when your bread running short
and your b*tch wanna leave
and you ain’t got a whip
with no house and no keys
but gotta pay some lawyer fees
man f*ck the police

see
n*ggas gotta hustle
gotta grind gotta eat
and i swear we tried our best not to catch those cdvs
looking back at it now
you wouldn’t think that that was me
i was turning 23
i had just got my degree
see shoutout carolina
& the city where i’m from
with the gangsters and the hustlers
toting 30 round drums
if i make it ‘fore y’all make it
ima put my city on
cause tomorrow just ain’t promised
and one day ima be gone
[chorus]
to tell the truth man
life ain’t been no crystal stair for me
that’s why i’m always moving cautious
thinking carefully
i try my best to really figure out just what it mean
that’s why i up and jumped up off the porch at 17

- wvn lyrics

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