Batter Memories

TitleBatter Memories
ArtistUncle Asher
AlbumWog Season
Release Date2019-06-08
DescriptionBatter Memories is about money and personal thoughts.
Lyrics[Intro: Uncle Asher, Jo$iah]

Ready?
Are you guys moving?
Yeah bro
Why?
It’s pretty fucked, ay
Where to?
Like, Cooly
Fuck off
I know, ay
As if!
I know
Why!
[Chorus: Uncle Asher]

I keep batter memories
I got fatter MPCs
I got Kappa on my sleeve, yuh
Know that data's on my tea
And I’m counting all my Ps
But you know it’s always me, yuh

I got batter memories
I got fatter MPCs
I got Kappa on my sleeve, yuh
Know that data's on my tea
Yeah, I’m counting all my Ps
But you know I’m so motherfucking lonely

[Verse 1: Uncle Asher]

Honeys go and phone me
I hit my fade like a durag hit the Stokeley
I got my mum but I miss my fucking homie (Jo)
Not black, but no ones ever told me, yuh, ay
I’m just a wog
Thoughts thicker, yeah, than any fucking fog
And ever since the term I’ve been sicker than a dog
And ain’t no hooker love me but I keep my fishing rod
Yuh, yuh
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[Verse 2: Jo$iah]

I be chilling with the team
All these diamonds, yeah, they gleaming
Imma hit you with the beam
In the studio we steaming
Smoke a thousand pounds of green (green!)
We like windex, way too clean, yeah
Soon we’ll be on big screens
You just be weak like my stream
I be tweaking
On the weekend
My dick leaking
I been fiending
For some green and
I been dreaming
I been leaning, yuh

[Verse 3: Uncle Asher]

I got streamers
Keep it beaming
I’m an angel but my sister’s a little demon
And I’m wigging so hard off the motherfucking cid, dog
Gotta work, yeah, and get my fucking brick, squad
Little Blakey, yeah, you know you got a shit car
Subaru is the motherfucking shit, dog
[Verse 4: Jo$iah]

Getting cash, you best believe
I just spent it on these jeans
Counting diamonds like I’m Steve, yuh
Rocking Reebok’s on my feet
Yeah, I do this for the cheese
Hit it once and had to leave, yuh

[Chorus: Uncle Asher, Jo$iah]

I got batter memories
I got fatter MPCs
I got Kappa on my sleeve, yuh
Know that data's on my tea
Yeah, counting all my Ps
But you know it’s always me, yuh