Lyrics:
Drifting down from the cemetery
To the funeral on Bourbon Street
A black Cadillac drives slowly by
The widow’s in the back seat
Everyone bows their heads
Antihero, no place to call home
No flowers at the funeral of an antihero
I see the light from the ocean floor
The angels learned how to swim
life loving you baby
But you love someone else
Now he's moved by basket
I'd like to put him in a casket
I'll wear my best collar to his funeral
Ta
I'm at my man funeral (Funeral, funeral)
Looking at his girl cry (Girl cry, girl cry)
Preacher sayin' he a good man (Good man, good man)
Man, that's
house never was the place for me,
Runner up and second best just ain't my pedigree
I was so happy, just the two of us
Until this alpha male
Turned
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
funeral time
It is closing curse
No time to cry
Now you are buried by your dreadful sins
Raven whispers silent: "six six six"
Crimson tears keep falling
to a funeral, get them disco lights
Can't believe they dropped him
All it took was two bullets
And now we lost him dressed in a suit
Lil bitch thinks he's cute
Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
Acquired his knowledge from the streets
Makaveli, 2Pac Shakur
Was the rose that grew from concrete
America's most complete artist, regardless
One
what's a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met
block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
That's
ya face, you're it!
It's I who come by drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2"
I approached her "Hi
Ready Gov? Yeah
Don't let them niggas gaffle you aight
Hehe, run that shit
Yeah bitches, things to get worse
So meet 2Pac and Rich, each to go worse
I hold my ear to a shell
I hear something that no one can sell
You know I should've lived by the sea
'Cause I feel invisible in every city
They're walking by the night
The moon has frozen blue
Long black coats a shelter for the rain
Their load must get through
Now bats are leaving their
Two by two by two
Everybody is two by two by two
Everybody is him and her
Everybody is he and she
Everybody is on and on
Two by two and cookie
good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's internal, happens
on our graves
Cleansed by fire
In the funeral pyre
Embers dance on
on our graves
Cleansed by fire
In the funeral pyre
Embers dance on
funeral
The union could afford
And his cloth goes shining on
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
His cloth
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