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Correct Memories On 47th St. Lyrics
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Vic Mensa
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Correct Memories On 47th St.
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[Intro] Memories, memories [Verse 1] Uhh, I am the first son of Betsy and Edward Mensah Made love and made a legend, Woodlawn and 47th Gunshots outside my window, drug deals out by the Citgo But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow My pops was always workin', he put the family first Chicago Saturdays in the park and Sundays at church Kept me from off the corner where Stones and GDs was warrin' And Kings and BDs and VLs all had dreams of bein' Jordan Even dope fiends was scorin', swish, tryna be like Mike Shootin' through that baseline in their veins tryna reach that height I was a little rockstar, dressed up like Jimi Hendrix In Hyde Park in the good part in the hood like Hemi engines Teachers didn't see my vision, had me in IEPs Kicked out of kindergarten, they didn't know that I was me Tattooed my tears, wrote my story in my skin Because even as a boy, I always knew I'd be the man [Chorus] In my dreams (in my dreams) I saw it in my sleep (yeah) The city will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine All mine, all mine Memories (memories) On 47th street (yeah) One day it will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine All mine, all mine [Verse 2] Sebastian got me hot At age 12 I learned the difference between white and black Police pulled me off of my bike, I landed on my back Back to reality, oops, a victim of gravity Where they pull you down and keep you there Dependin' on how you keep your hair Now it's fuck 'em, bumpin nothin' but NWA Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade My classmates sellin' yay, Sebastian got me high that first time In the back of an abandoned truck by Webster Place Couldn't feel my face Sprayin' paint to see my name on trains, try not to catch a case Age 13 at Cam's granny house, watchin' him shoot up the Ace He took the needle out and waved it in my face If I ain't tell that boy, "Be easy, dog," I coulda died of AIDS I started realizin' my talents 'bout the time I was 15 Tryna take over the world like Pinky and the Brain Sellin' kush and hittin' stains, still in True Religion jeans 16, I was shinin' just like a Stanley Kubrick scene Sneakin' into Lollapalooza, I fell off of that bridge 15,000 volts went through my elbow, fell over 30 feet The doctor said I should be dead, still alive and still ain't scared In the hospital bed, writin' these rhymes in my head [Chorus] In my dreams (in my dreams) I saw it in my sleep (yeah) The city will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine All mine, all mine Memories (memories) On 47th street (yeah) One day it will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine All mine, all mine [Outro] In a land of desperation We often turn to self medication as a coping mechanism Some make a living as hood pharmacists While some just inhale to remove them from hell I watched from the window of a gated community Until I grew old enough there was no immunity From allure of the life (rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin')
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