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proleter - la fumée des souvenirs lyrics

[intro]
[?]

(down home)

idolatry

down home, there used to be rivers
and trees

but they know when to get down home
call it down home [?]

[verse 1, ruinz ason]
yeah
memories come and they go [?]
i found my peace with the smoke so this was all i’m left with
you’re complicated like my facebook status
you paid no mind but i kept investing
i saw the signs but didn’t heed the warnings
my intentions were good but they still lacked a balance
you was my sole peace of mind but now my heart [?]
i hopе the camera bought you those b+tchеs, that really took the biscuit
and left a taste in my mouth citrus
if this is how it’s meant to be then i don’t know who wrote this
i’m back in london all alone deep in a winter solstice
they say he feels and knows it
and now i’m going through my mind we’re playing images down memory lane
like [?] then he hit the high notes
it’s all cool until this happens to you
till they do something i know
proleter capital r and yo that’s not no typo
i was [?] but now i’m just a side note
(down home)
yeah i’m just a side note
(down home)
in the smoke of our memories
[bridge]
but they know when to get down home
go down home [?]

[verse 2, ruinz ason]
yeah
i’m from a place where we forget but never forgive
(down home)
or where stories are always told by the ones who lived
(there used to be rivers and trees)
and if the present is a gift how can the past exist
i know it’s a lot to comprehend but you’ll get the gist
and right now i’m seeing faces in a flowing mist
proleter wrote this over email then i wrote to him quick
c’est la vie [?] hennessy for [?]

the truth is i should let go and be a better me
but if it was that simple i would have done that at seventeen
back down home where there used to be rivers and trees
and i can still smell my grandma’s macaroni and cheese
now with my family beef is the only time that they speak
smoke and mirrors it’s not what it seems
(down home)
la fumée de souvenirs i found my peace in the street (but they)
(down home)
oh yeah it’s not what it seems
(there used to be rivers and trees)
la fumée de souvenirs i found my peace in the street
and yo it’s not what it seems
in the smoke of our memories (but they)
[bridge]
fresh bread
every single morning
and i dream, magnolia, in those trees
oh baby

a fumees, [?]

(home)
(river, and trees)

(down, home)
(oh, down, home)
there are rivers and trees

[outro]
down home, oh
down home
there used to be rivers and trees
fresh bread
every single morning
and i dream magnolia in those trees

- proleter lyrics

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