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headie one - memories lyrics

[verse 1: headie one]
one of my earliest memories was bloodshed (ugh)
you see, on the ends, all the crazy things you see through a window
you grew up on a household where everybody hates the back bread
you fight for the last slice like we kimbo
winter time walks to primary school, we took the slip road (uh+huh)
had to climb five flights of stairs becah the lift broke (uh+huh)
hard tryna fix a broken home, this home been broke
i got shipped to ghana, missed the primary school disco
to think that was eighteen years ago makes me feel old (suh+suh+suh+suh)
yo, you could avoid an outcome so much it turns inevitable
pops made mistakes, i still put him on a pedestal

[pre+chorus: headie one]
and i can only blame myself for gettin’ involved
i was sittin’ on a rock like fred flintstone
prayin’ to the lord that a fiend’ll ring the flip phone

[chorus: sampha]
the side effect of memories (the side effect)
is weighing on me mentally (it’s weighing)
that can be a friend to me or an enemy (can be a friend to me, to me or an enemy)
the side effect of memories (the side effect)
is weighing on me mentally (it’s weighing)
that can be a friend to me or an enemy (can be a friend to me, to me or an enemy)
[verse 2: headie one]
and now the consequence is ptsd, there’s jealousy and envy
i’m sat alone, i’m thinkin’ everybody’s out to get me (argh)
i try and change, but my destiny, it just won’t let me
i seen everyone progress, except me
i been imprisoned by my memory, i’m free but not free (one)
chest pains, i think i need ibuprofen (one)
got cold feet with insomnia, i’ve had no sleep (argh)
you seen your bro get stabbed and hope he don’t sleep (uh)
i wrapped my vest around his belly, say he won’t bleed (argh)
he’s havin’ nightmares now, he started sippin’ codeine (turn)
mother had co+de’s, but never had a codie
should’ve been maldives and poppin’ off in sony (turn, turn)

[pre+chorus: headie one]
and i can only blame myself for gettin’ involved (turn, turn)
i was sittin’ on a rock like fred flintstone
prayin’ to the lord that a fiend’ll ring the flip phone

- headie one lyrics

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