Joe Budden - Forget lyrics
[Joe Budden - Forget lyrics]
It's easy, to forget
A joke or game, someone's name
The day to day, what time to meet
A certain place, or one street
Faces be looking familiar
Sometimes it's hard to know
I've been in a whole lot of places
I've met a lot of folks
Ain't had a window to open
Needed a pot to throw
In my hood the story of Mouse
Is one you gotta know
Could ask ma to push the i8 Beamer
Can't remember where I seen her
I think it was La Marina
Singing all the words to Trina
Whole demeanor said freak like
Old pictures of Adina
But now all these broads shaped
The same and waist trained
I'm on my third passport
I can't remember these niggas
Like all the faces is blurred
Of most these industry niggas
Mean game somewhile for an
Inkling of the fame
And I can spot them from their accents
When I'm thinking of their name
I've seen dames sip pink champagne
And do drugs that'll put
Charlie Sheen to shame
Off my penis until I came
The drugs over these years made
It's way to my mental
Pardon if I don't remember when
You gave me a demo
Or that one night we met up in Aces
When it count 'em an accountant
I'm just better with faces
So, it's regular Joe
A regular wherever if I'ma go
That's since forever ago, so it's
However it could go, joey
A joke or game, someone's name
The day to day, what time to meet
A certain place, or one street
Faces be looking familiar
Sometimes it's hard to know
I've been in a whole lot of places
I've met a lot of folks
Ain't had a window to open
Needed a pot to throw
In my hood the story of Mouse
Is one you gotta know
Could ask ma to push the i8 Beamer
Can't remember where I seen her
I think it was La Marina
Singing all the words to Trina
Whole demeanor said freak like
Old pictures of Adina
But now all these broads shaped
The same and waist trained
I'm on my third passport
I can't remember these niggas
Like all the faces is blurred
Of most these industry niggas
Mean game somewhile for an
Inkling of the fame
And I can spot them from their accents
When I'm thinking of their name
I've seen dames sip pink champagne
And do drugs that'll put
Charlie Sheen to shame
Off my penis until I came
The drugs over these years made
It's way to my mental
Pardon if I don't remember when
You gave me a demo
Or that one night we met up in Aces
When it count 'em an accountant
I'm just better with faces
So, it's regular Joe
A regular wherever if I'ma go
That's since forever ago, so it's
However it could go, joey