Lovejoy - Memory Fails Me lyrics

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Lovejoy - Memory Fails Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Lovejoy] First order of business is genuine introspection I do it for your protection so following my directions Will get you through to the end and I swear I have good intentions You can heed my warnings or not, but then it'll haunt ya No debts left unpaid, that's always my mantra For seventeen years managed to stay off the ganja So my synapses cook up quadruple entendres From a Florence Moore dormitory house called the Alondra Me, Hack, and Janice are now channeling our nostalgia Dark, scary demons I've barely defeated recently Coming of age tales with nary a sense of decency All the while thinking life's harder than it would need to be Chopping me up and burying everything; rest in pieces, me All of my delusions of grandeur and my naivety Tried to say naïveté, I'm twisting words frequently Learn from your mistakes and don't dwell on 'em, try believing me Banish 'em from your worries, your present and future equally [Verse 2] Second order of business, dispelling your misconceptions These talentless kid musicians who think that they're Liberace Will spiral out of proportion to fib on the Fibonacci Internet generation, a lot of us talk hacks In Anonymous Fawkes masks and clothes that are tight flannel Hieronymus Bosch asks us to pose for his right panel [Verse 3] Third order of business is telling some damn stories 'Cause non-lyrical rappers are really starting to bore me Cupid arrow laced with ricin hit me then the pain came It was harrowing and stayed enticing in a strange way Like h**n and vancomycin in the same vein But Eros and Agape never light the same flame So I'm swimming, with sharks in the water I turn around I'm Icarus, I went at the sun and I burned down Ridiculous like a sickening kick in the gut, I'm stricken Sinking in quicksand and thinking I'm gonna quit Clicking the kickstand and pumping the brakes I share thick slices of a Treehouse oven-baked With Hack, looking at our existence and doing double takes We make music and rattle you like a couple snakes We resolve to wreck this house, then make the rubble shake [distorted vocals]

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