Forget

It's easy, to forget A joke or game, someone's name The day to day, what time to meet A certain place, or one street Faces be looking familiar, sometimes it's hard to know I've been in a whole lot of places, I've met a lot of folks Ain't 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 Can't 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 now all these broads shaped the same and waist trained I'm on my third passport, I can't 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 I'm thinking of their name I've seen dames sip pink champagne And do drugs that'll put Charlie Sheen to shame Off my penis until I came The drugs over these years made its way to my mental Pardon if I don't remember when you gave me a demo Or that one night we met up in Aces When it count 'em an accountant, I'm just better with faces So it's regular Joe, a regular wherever if I'mma go That's since forever ago, so it's however it could go, Joey --- Forget - Joe Budden