Lyrics:
a martyr I inspire people by slaughtering fools
That's cool but I'll probably grow up a delinquent
I'll show up a funeral after a heavy night of drinking
feeling (At this funeral)
How to stop this bleeding (Bleeding)
I'm feeling ghosted by you
Sent. Seen. Silence.
the Chi comma Illinois
My crew make more noise than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
Grab your SAD light and IPA
Cause there's only four hours in a day!
There's no need to be sorry!
Have an Alaskan party!
Grab your dry fish and hacky
a party
I don't, Yes, so beautiful, this is not
A funeral if it was, it would be
My funeral wich mean dancing, drinking
I don't give a s it you have work
that's important
All I rock is Chuck Taylor everyday I'm Micheal Jordan
Come party rockstar yea my homies got them millions
Two pounds of banana kush she
glòdzò abe Aƒlao tsɔƒe kplee
Ne mè gà yɔ mi oo ha ɖe mi vava ge koe
By force ne ègà nyà mi ha ɖe mi ya trɔ va koe
E fit be funeral or outdooring no dulling
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
love you when you at the funeral
Fuck all that talking I don't wanna speak at all yeah
I had to get me a cheque
And I did it by my lonely did it by my
Thirteen funerals, just as many days
Thirteen bodies lying buried in their freshly dug graves
I'm wearing suits more than leather, more than denim,
of a funeral
Throw me one hell of a funeral
Verse 2: When I die, I want to die with my shotgun, right by my thigh side, yea that’s how I ride,
This here my
was crazy
All the janazahs and funerals heavy On my heart
Seen beginnings and endings go Right back to the start
All the janazahs and funerals heavy
party, I'm the latest
Lucky I even showed up, ima say this
Sick of all the "how come you didn't come?"
Followed by the "wish I could get more done"
Like,
I pull up at the party then I dip
I take your girly arm and then we slip
Got a bottle of ciroc to take a sip
Back on my shit no need to trip (Ya)
I like them bars with the jukebox up an'
Backyards with them solo cups an'
Day drinkin' when it's half-past noon
But there ain't no party like my
than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
the thangs that a G brangs
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
[Verse 2: Anybody Killa]
Face facts, do the math
You
I knew he was different in his sexuality
I went to his parties as a straight minority
It never seemed a threat to my masculinity
He only
I knew he was different in his sexuality
I went to his parties as a straight minority
It never seemed a threat to my masculinity
He only
party
Yeah, I'm the
Entertainment
Guess I can't
Complain
By the way
I'm just anxious
Think too much
I know it's
Dangerous
All night long
I be thrashin'
axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
Face facts (What?)
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next?
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