Streets - Memento Mori lyrics

Ah, what was the question

Oh yeah, momento mori

It means remember it's inevitable that we will all die

It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct

But it means don't hang yourself on a material life

But that gets dropped when I'm bop on shopping day

Am I shallow, am i hung up on such wrong ways

Yes I am shallow and loving every wrong play

If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie

I've got nothing in my life away from the studio

So when I'm loose I end up consuming dough

Memento mori, memento mori

It's latin and it says we must all die

I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit

So I buy buy buy buy buy buy

If I start to think of life I have prangs of paranoia

Pull one stripey shirt off a racks or another

Overthink my fate grasping a pastel jumper

Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober

Change my mind and fly back into vegas

Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels

Frame the ferrari through the day with the mayhem

Just to forget about the race in my head

I don't really care about the luck and the look

But driving a ferrarri is fucking book

Memento mori, memento mori

It's latin and it says we must all die

I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit

So I buy buy buy buy buy buy

I think if I could see me now from my growing past

I'd Hate the shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash

I reckon from the threadsI think all I think's about cash

But my manager tells me I ought to think about cash

It's like people don't know the eighties started

My car just keeps carding with the card machine

You don't regard the old you, driving a ferrarri

Mine's the driving license through Nevada at speed

I never think about money

In fact I have no idea how much money I have

Memento mori, memento mori

It's latin and it says we must all die

I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit

So I buy buy buy buy buy buy

Chilly 'n carmen air sips as I'm parting her hair

But I'm an asbo drinker I want to be chilly parkair

But asbo drinkers just don't dig my art and my flair

Even if they dig my asbo driving, past their carlight flair

Sometimes when I my diamond trinkets with my whores

I know I've strayed a bit from my old sins and my walks

But then I laugh out loud that my car still fucking talks

I feel awful for a bit but at least I'm not poor