Forget

Faces be looking familiar, sometimes its hard to know
Ive been in a whole lot of places, Ive met a lot of folks
Aint 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
Cant 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 know all these broads shaped the same and waist trained
Im on my third passport, I cant 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 Im thinking of their name
Ive seen dames sip pink champagne
And do drugs thatll put Charlie Sheen to shame
What my pain is to arcane
The drugs over these years made its way to my mental
Pardon if I dont remember when you gave me a demo
Or that one night we met up in Aces
When it count em an accountant, Im just better with faces
So its regular Joe, a regular wherever if Imma go
Thats since forever ago, so its however it could go, Joey