[Intro: Russell Thompkins, Jr. of The Stylistics]It's easy, to forgetA joke or game, someone's nameThe day to day, what time to meetA certain place, or one street[Verse]Faces be looking familiar, sometimes it's hard to knowI've been in a whole lot of places, I've met a lot of folksAin't had a window to open, needed a pot to throwIn my hood the story of Mouse is one you gotta knowCould ask ma to push the i8 BeamerCan't remember where I seen her, I think it was La MarinaSinging all the words to TrinaWhole demeanor said freak like old pictures of AdinaBut now all these broads shaped the same and waist trainedI'm on my third passport, I can't remember these niggasLike all the faces is blurred of most these industry niggasMean game somewhile for an inkling of the fameAnd I can spot them from their accents when I'm thinking of their nameI've seen dames sip pink champagneAnd do drugs that'll put Charlie Sheen to shameOff my penis until I cameThe drugs over these years made its way to my mentalPardon if I don't remember when you gave me a demoOr that one night we met up in AcesWhen it count 'em an accountant, I'm just better with facesSo it's regular Joe, a regular wherever if I'mma goThat's since forever ago, so it's however it could go, Joey
