Kiyanosh Sahebi - The Fakest Memories lyrics

[Verse 1] Give a young kid a dream and a vision And see if hes dismissing the thought of being the one which people scream for and listen To this lyrical magician Wishin' for his composition to be a movement Making good music Reminisce about your fakest memories don't confuse it With the real ones, over a million Cook this sh** up like Heisenberg Smoke Mary Jane in Eamons car till we despisin' her And now my eyes are burnt And now the sky's the limit It's infinite what can happen in the next minute So open up the wedding card and write some sh** in it Ooh ooh tonight'll make a memory They tellin me that they'll be together until they're seventy It sounds so heavenly, too bad it never happened Fake memories why won't you start to blacken? And imma keep on rappin with even more precision Give a young kid a dream and a vision [Chorus] Ooh ooh, they're the fakest memories, they're the fakest memories No no, it's the greatest remedy, it's the greatest remedy Verse 2: Sit back, this the premier of the beats Chew and spit out any rapper alive - bon appetite And i just sit and ponder while Stevie's doing wonders Never had vision but always had a vision To start making art, many people calling him superstitious The flow is cruel and vicious, remembering malicious memories Before the smoothest rhythms had been introduced to me Baba was playing Shajarian usually Back when i couldn't fathom whatever happened Rappin' was not a habit, rabbit was not an idol and chancellor was taking acid Memories bout the past and dreams about the future Understand my fakest memories much better than i used to I used to give my brother sh** for listening to rap But now i love it i live it so now i'm giving it back [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got an imbeciles mind, the kind that belongs to a superfluous herbalist But i spit so real i'm now a verbalist My futures looking luminous, a**uming it's me who's gon need a stewardess For touring with tourists, me and Spretbot there's two of us I never grew up thinking i would be a murderer But i will murder any rapper to spit a verb or a noun, i'm proud Take me to the nearest prison, feed you the clearest wisdom Because i'm smoking potent, into the open ocean, my broken potion My unspoken notion, awoken convulsion, she soaked in lotion tryna prevent repulsion But she don't need it though, something they need to know I'm just a seed right now but it's time for me to grow And grow into the best version of person or Persian you can imagine And those memories you cannot fathom? It's cause they're fake they don't relate to your life, no It's part of a cycle, "he looks like a psycho" They say a smart man look like a mad man to a dumb man, so run man! They gon f** you up like Iran man.. [Chorus]