Song | The Way We Were |
Artist | M-Flo |
Album | chronopsychology |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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Memories, like the comers of my mind | |
Misty water colored memories, of the way we were | |
Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
Or has time rewritten every line | |
Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
Can we, could we | |
Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
Looking back flipping through the pages, remembering the stages | |
Of my status, emotional, | |
I search for ways to unlock the matrix, | |
This mystery is driving me through multiple stages of analyzing, | |
I lost in my mind state this spot too hot, need ventilation, | |
Facin' ill situations, I let imagination flow | |
With extraterrestrial rhyme styles | |
Causin' detrimental effects, before you can reflex | |
I'm mentally in laundromat state, never flat rate, | |
My mind infiltrated with lust deceit and mad papes, | |
My soul is restless, when MC's try to test this | |
Then I have to kick this, hectic, kind of dialectic | |
The illustrator verbalizing mental data | |
Words fly , causin' craters, I'm reaching for the respirator | |
Restlessly, but with nice entry, | |
And memories remain endlessly | |
Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
Or has time rewritten every line | |
Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
Can we, could we | |
Memories, may we beautiful again, what's too painful | |
to remember, we simply choose to forget, so it's the laughter | |
We'll remember, whenever, we'll remember, the way we were |
Memories, like the comers of my mind | |
Misty water colored memories, of the way we were | |
Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
Or has time rewritten every line | |
Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
Can we, could we | |
Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
Looking back flipping through the pages, remembering the stages | |
Of my status, emotional, | |
I search for ways to unlock the matrix, | |
This mystery is driving me through multiple stages of analyzing, | |
I lost in my mind state this spot too hot, need ventilation, | |
Facin' ill situations, I let imagination flow | |
With extraterrestrial rhyme styles | |
Causin' detrimental effects, before you can reflex | |
I' m mentally in laundromat state, never flat rate, | |
My mind infiltrated with lust deceit and mad papes, | |
My soul is restless, when MC' s try to test this | |
Then I have to kick this, hectic, kind of dialectic | |
The illustrator verbalizing mental data | |
Words fly , causin' craters, I' m reaching for the respirator | |
Restlessly, but with nice entry, | |
And memories remain endlessly | |
Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
Or has time rewritten every line | |
Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
Can we, could we | |
Memories, may we beautiful again, what' s too painful | |
to remember, we simply choose to forget, so it' s the laughter | |
We' ll remember, whenever, we' ll remember, the way we were |
Memories, like the comers of my mind | |
Misty water colored memories, of the way we were | |
Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
Or has time rewritten every line | |
Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
Can we, could we | |
Scattered pictures, of the smile we left behind | |
Smile we gave to one another, of the way we were | |
Looking back flipping through the pages, remembering the stages | |
Of my status, emotional, | |
I search for ways to unlock the matrix, | |
This mystery is driving me through multiple stages of analyzing, | |
I lost in my mind state this spot too hot, need ventilation, | |
Facin' ill situations, I let imagination flow | |
With extraterrestrial rhyme styles | |
Causin' detrimental effects, before you can reflex | |
I' m mentally in laundromat state, never flat rate, | |
My mind infiltrated with lust deceit and mad papes, | |
My soul is restless, when MC' s try to test this | |
Then I have to kick this, hectic, kind of dialectic | |
The illustrator verbalizing mental data | |
Words fly , causin' craters, I' m reaching for the respirator | |
Restlessly, but with nice entry, | |
And memories remain endlessly | |
Oh, can you believe it was all so simple then | |
Or has time rewritten every line | |
Then if we have a chance to do it all again | |
Can we, could we | |
Memories, may we beautiful again, what' s too painful | |
to remember, we simply choose to forget, so it' s the laughter | |
We' ll remember, whenever, we' ll remember, the way we were |