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why as a kid I didn’t cry at the funeral
Or both, and why I was scared to speak on stage
So I couldn’t get the word out that because they died they were

slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents

It don't stop like funerals and taxes even tho lyrics no longer impress the masses
I'm from a era where you ain't need theatrics or jeans 
That

your course where
Ebbing forward from the source so
Go dead slow or stop the horse seek
Grace that asks not for remorse for

Every life is just a spark

Lamborghini cventador, doors lift off the floor 
Bad bitches, I bag bitches, by the galore 
I been poppin shit before Jigga made allure
Kobe with

Mistaken
Love Is Patience

Lesser Man By How You Talk
Bless Her Man Just By His Walk
Funeral Without The Chalk
Milly Pro We Mix The Parts

Wait For Me Hit

I'll have a small wake
Funeral processions will lead to learned lessons
I have a confession: I don't know what's at stake
For forty-eight hours I didn't

About Your Funeral

Sóley

We Sink

2011

came in and sang with me that song you love
We were joined by the band, they played the harps and strings for us

Did you know that the story's true

holla!

I get my weed from the best sources
I like it smooth
Not coarse like horse hooves
The weeds I smoke never touched by pesticides
To smoke that chem

no lie and I don't tell everybody where I live
Bitch I pop pills when I feel 
Yea I'm feeling how I feel
I ain't signing no deals less I put my name by

I'm the first born grandson
On both sides of my family
cll my older cousins are girls
So in 1997
My favorite band was Hanson

Isn't that weird?
Isn't

Goddamn! Bro, you the broke another motherfuckin' money machine?
Now you give me that bag, you take that bag, we'll count it by hand.
Where

pirates on the ocean, got the bands
my name ain't tory, ain't nobody close my lanes
i'm in the territory when somebody call my name
why you talking

a bag full of money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor

Big bag of rubber bands by the night stand
In the wee

back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body

shawties
Can't rock the homie
She ain't even allowed to look
A Dog gon beg for food but fool my boo ain't a cook
Beyond that
I'm bound to snap
Bands on my

Y'all wanna flex like me
(Know you wanna cause)
Y'all wanna check like, y'all wanna dress like!

(Bet!)
Y'all wanna check like mula
(Mula)
10 bands in my

can I get your autograph?
Mr. Rockstar
High on horse
No a giraffe 
Mr. Rockstar
I wanna be in your band
You can play the guitar 
I’ll grab the mic

We was cruisin' down in Brisbane
I got tennis bracelet wristbands
Got an AP on my other hand
If we go to war, it's band for band
Pull up in coupes,

to be a slave
I write this music so I can use it
At my funeral - Okay
So no one's confused or lied to by these murderers who will take my life one day

at the motherfuckers one by oneYou sell tickets to a funeral
‘Cause you need tickets to The Cramps

A rock'n'roll band, a little whiskey,
a candy apple
All you know

the Chance up, Donnie Trumpet said bands up
Donnie McClurkin said stand up
I know contracts are like handcuffs
I know combat when it's hand to hand or with

Jimmy Iovine

Ryan Lewis

The Heist

2012

open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where

(boss)
Late for you haters even though my plane charter
Suede Bally shoes, true rude boy
Ferrari, 400 horses, we do it for cool points (ha-ha)
Baby, do