Memento Mori Lyrics - Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living - Streets

Ah, what was the question, oh yeah, Memento 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 

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 Ferrari 

Is fucking a 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 

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 threads, I 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 Ferrari 

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 

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 buy 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