Lyrics:
In the worlds where you've been living
There's a dance that you may know
Even though you've been forgiven
You still have a ways to go
Posthumously
Posthumously I want you to be my baby
Posthumously I want you to pray for me
Posthumously I want you to be my somebody
So soft
Intimately a lover
sleeves
Are everywhere posthumously
Can’t hear us sing their praises now they’re gone
Joey and Johnny have gone to join Elvis
In a drive in movie filled
letters. How to make you sell better
Posthumously (Posthumously)
Possibly a robbery. Tired of your shoppin' sprees
Fire off shots and flee. They wanna watch
Well I read on Reddit that the Reds are coming and by Reds I mean blues that are secretly commies that were posthumously hired by Hugo Chavez
Maybe I’m on the fritz
Maybe I’m thinking of death
Maybe I’m killing my friends
Maybe I’m scared of rest
Maybe I’ll ruin my crest
Posthumously
Belatedly investigate
Posthumously exonerate
Cover up the mistake
Cursory assertion
Partisan conviction
Inordinate punition
Imprudent execution
Subject
Honour me -
Posthumously -
Then say I'm finally free
Well, I am carved from earth and stone
And blood and water
And I am someone's favourite person,
lost, electrocuted to death
Came a little late for the rescue and the flesh
DNA exonerates posthumously whatever's left
No resurrection but
proximity I'm sending these to rock endlessly
Check your posture!
Posthumously your props had you propped up
Now you're being on top and chopped up
[Pep
just a Duke throughout his life
He always ruled so justly
His kingly title was conferred
Upon him posthumously
Well, I stand corrected, you seem
If all these boys demons then I'm fucking John Constantine
They plan to drop music, their estate'll do it posthumously
And I've been feeling
the only thing
That lives posthumously
What's on the other side
Isn't greener if you're colorblind
Losing faith only makes you hesitate
To own what was
you sad, like this
Hate will get you mad, like this
The game will get you bad, like this
These people are more than some artists
Posthumously
I almost yearn for heat death
Endlessly pressing my face into the crook of your neck
Cosmos posthumously preying on our decaying form
Bare
with rules so posthumously
This world is awesome this world is awful I know
I understand the dilemma created
Looking for more than the rules
perpetually
I'm a muhfuckin beast when it comes to these beats
I just gotta release all the Shit I recorded before it gets released posthumously
They don't pay
dreams
The stars they wish to see, purchased on a filthy street
Staring down at their feet reading names posthumously
Just step right up, and take a look
discovered posthumously
But i see visions of my funeral and it's just you and me
Fuck that i ain't leaving you a widow at like thirty three
But i'm a dirty
to your world
Posthumously my plan for revenge is unfurled
Perturbed by the living I see
Bloody excisement to those existing around me
I’ll grind them
a little depressed,
Cause I'm missing you to death.
And now,
It's only records of my memory.
Some little thing you gave posthumously.
The details all
posthumously
Don Juan speech
Words for the skreets
Stop the presses, start the tape
I wanted a taste of fame but gained
An insatiable craving to take up space
Can I love you
Posthumously
After
Drifting asleep in my car
No I
Don't think I
Believe in love from afar
In hell
I'll be
Gnashing my teeth
Cause I
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