Lyrics:
I was little I used to go and see him nearly every day
Just to sit and hear his stories an' while some time away
Why he was in his height of Glory
I was little I used to go and see him nearly every day
Just to sit and hear his stories an' while some time away
Why he was in his height of Glory
of November in fact
Said he haunts him in Connecticut whenever he's smacked
He's got a cabin by the lake where folks never come back
This Friday the 13th, I'm
a streetlight
I could read it, it said:
"Please don't pass me by - I am blind
But you can see -
I've been blinded totally - Please
Don't pass me by"
I was walking
And get the fuck back on this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll
Without him, to tell the truth, my Future would’ve been so wicked
My message to you, is to give it up,
If the devil see weakness, he pick on us
No
and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done in water
You might be over him
He's somebody's daughter
As far as is well known
children
His son, the Doctor's up in Ohio
His daughter owns a bank in California
But he don't ever see them anymore.
The old man no one loves is what
laugh
Like orderin' a girl drink in a masculine glass
You like piña coladas, getting caught in the rain
Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain
Collateral damage
In the culture of the gun
John Lennon and Tupac Shakur
Too many songs remained unsung
Kurt Cobain lies unexplained
Slain by his own shotgun
we was ready to work in a go-go bar
One two three four
Let's see if you've got some more!
People seemed to like our song
They got up 'n danced 'n
There's gotta be something else to live for
No doubt
Fuck shitty pop songs
The ones by children of rich parents
And the ones all written by the same dude
King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong
And Joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song
And Sonny Liston rubbed some Tiger Balm
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
Follow me backstage, behind the music
Under the masquerade
Bitter old burnt quart masked
By dutches of haze
You see? It's more than the
Words on the page
got him a check
Don't take it personal I'm handling business
Don't make me feel guilty putting on for my children
4th quarter ball out D Rose
some Olympic medals
They think it's all a game, so I'm thinkin' winning record
They thinkin' Kurt Cobain, but I'm thinkin' living legend
I'm straight
the Teacher playing with the children
Hear Him baffle doctors of the law
Look at the people gathering to go with Him
Those who see the vision that He saw
This
parents
By the name of Bosede and Ajibola Pedro
They had four beautiful black children
With hopes and dreams that they inherit the earth (earth)
But this
I smoke like the kitchen, Thanksgiving and Christmas
If he want some smoke we add him to the hit list
It's up then it's up put him up like dishes
the deep end
Told me you would call me by the weekend
Love of my life how the fuck can we just friends
Why try to pretend
He wants her but she don't need him
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind, but I'm not Kurt Cobain
That was pretty far, but you know that I'm insane
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