Amnesia

January 22, 2021
th1rt3en
Fat Beats, Trescadecaphobia
Producer: Pharoahe Monch, Parks
th1rt3en- Amnesia

th1rt3en is Pharoahe Monch, Marcus Machado & Daru Jones.
Our debut album, “A Magnificent Day For An Exorcism” is available now!
https://soulspazm.ffm.to/amagnificentdayforanexorcism/ 

th1rt3en – Amnesia Song Credits 

Writers: T. Jamerson
Producer: Pharoahe Monch, Parks
Guitar: Marcus Machado
Engineer – Chris Pummill
Vocals: Pharoahe Monch
Drums recorded @ Pencil Factory Recording – Brooklyn, NY

th1rt3en – Amnesia Song Lyrics

Verse 1

I woke up to a blinding light in my face and asked where am I? An attractive nurse replied ICU, I retracted my first response, contemplated my retort then thought to myself “ok, I see you too”. Philosophical sergeant, war-monkey, Caesar. I was seized and suffered head trauma, now I suffer from seizures, wrote fuck you in the palm of my hand as a contingency plan just to remember how to greet you. (Amnesia)! I’m sorry, what’s your name again? Fuck you! Old man Logan. My memory slips, so I sip Hennessy quick to remember my own nostalgia. Rappers get on my nerves, (fibromyalgia)! The methamphetamines, mean I’m a method less recorder, a Methodist with attention deficit disorder. So please can you forgive me if these words I never said. And trust me that they’re there but they get stuck inside my head when I say

Chorus
Even when I’m lost I hear the sweetness of your charm
I’d never let go again if I could hold you in my arms
Oh, I love you, love you,
I love you, love you

Verse 2
So if sleep is the cousin of death, then naturally naps are the nephews of narcolepsy, which inevitably will destroy your agility when being sedentary becomes the son of senility. It’s becoming virtually impossible to cope, when I gargle with the lotion and brush my teeth with the soap. Scope how I left my cell in the refrigerator, my brain used to contain about a thousand gigs a data, now I’m watching new Al Pacino flicks screaming “Attica Attica” vexed on the floor doing stretches for my sciatica. Wide awake staring at Late Night watching the roots perform like wait, that’s not Alex Haley in Africa? Fragmented thoughts in a non linear thread, Beautiful sentiments get deferred after the meds.  So please can you forgive me if these words I never said, but trust me that they’re there but they get stuck inside my head.

Chorus
Even when I’m lost I hear the sweetness of your charm
I’d never let go again if I could hold you in my arms
Oh,I love you, love you,
I love you, love you

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