Forget

[Intro: Russell Thompkins, Jr. of The Stylistics]

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

[Verse: Joe Budden]

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'ma go

That's since forever ago, so it's however it could go, Joey