Текст песни
Reports have it that he's dead
Authorities say he's nowhere to be found
No one has heard of the rockstar
Which leads us to one question
Where is Phendy Phire?
All I really got now is memories
Keeping me warm in the winter days
The past seem to fade like the withered trees
Friends disappear I get used to this
And repeatedly I get memories
Keeping me warm in the winter days
The past seem to fade like the withered trees
Friends disappear I get used to this
And repeatedly I get memories
Death calling at three I won't call back
Missed the crash again so I guess I won't fall back
Rest in peace my niggas that be laying down six feet
You kept memories and I guess they would keep me
And I no dey smoke but I jonze like I do
Thinking of my past make me drink like do
Clean up my eyes I don cry kakabu
Shege e clear e no dey peekaboo
And I no dey smoke but I jonze like I do
Thinking of my past make me drink like do
Clean up my eyes I don cry kakabu
Shege e clear e no dey peekaboo
I don't follow rules
I don't follow rules
I choose humanity leave religion in the book
Love is universal
Religion is confused
Listen to my blues
All I really got now is memories
Keeping me warm in the winter days
The past seem to fade like the withered trees
Friends disappear I get used to this
And repeatedly I get memories
Keeping me warm in the winter days
The past seem to fade like the withered trees
Friend's disappear I get used to this
And repeatedly I get memories
When I had no cologne
She was standing right beside me
Baby now where you gone
You was always in my mind when I be thinking lone
Take Versace take Chanel
Leave this Phendy alone
And I no dey smoke but I jonze like I do
Thinking of my past make me drink like I do
Clean up my eye I don cry kakabu
Shege e clear e no dey peekaboo
And I no dey smoke but I jonze like I do
Thinking of my past make me drink like I do
Clean up my eye I don cry kakabu
Shege e clear e no dey peekaboo
I don't follow rules
I don't follow rules
I choose humanity leave religion in the book
Love is universal
Religion is confused
Listen to my blues
All I really got now is memories
Keeping me warm in the winter days
The past seem to fade like the withered trees
Friends disappear I get used to this
And repeatedly I get memories
Keeping me warm in the winter days
The past seem to fade like the withered trees
Friend's disappear I get used to this
And repeatedly I get memories