around, Thank God for memories and what he lets me see. In my memory you're still pretty as you come to me. Thank God for memories and what he lets me
gift from God. I feel that your'e with me As you smile, and nod. And I say; Lord, thank you for the memories And all the loving care. Thanks for
memories. He put them in my mind, For me to recall. He sends the prettiest words, That I ever saw. Chorus: I know it's God's gift, And I thank him for
You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Look here, Look, look... I get a ghetto gospel Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile. Memory
