Lyrics:
Now the funeral is over, and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hanging tape on the cut getting fired up
Looking for the nigga who pulled his pistol
a slow funeral tune,
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your greed for money
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
friends looked dirty like Dominik
Caught up by the numbers of a huge statistic
HCl, burning off the surface like heat wave
Mark feels hot, boiling water,
and saw me I would die
Pretend I was a person driving by
Wrote you a song, do you wanna hear it now?
Don't bring your friends along to form a crowd
I met my love at a funeral
Tired of goodbyes & burials
Friends I have known
Some I just met
Standing around
It's hard to forget ? now isn't
are living walking and searching for the light
But when I closed my eyes
I finally found it... the funeral of the light!
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
pen
That she writes in her diary
She’s silent at inquiries
Friends and family don’t notice a thing
‘Till they walk away, then she starts to sing
He’s
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
wrath
"It's a beautiful day for a funeral
Hey, Ernie, let's play two
Somebody go get Jack Brick-house to come back
And conduct just one more
pretend I was a person driving by
Wrote you a song, do you wanna hear it now? (Hear it now)
Don't bring your friends along to form a crowd (crowd)
'Cause
diary
thought that we
would forever and ever come home
Thank you for being the best best friends I ever had
Thank you for being the best best friends I
hangs in most
Homes and around our necks
And we have just taken that
For granted all our lives
Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The
World's most
But you were my diary
Thought that you would die for me
All these pages I now have to fill out on my own
And I just can't look at you
'Cause you
(Never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(The sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(For the love of you and)
Standin'
The piano played a slow funeral tune
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your
called him Pap for short
He'd always find himself in a mess and get tangled up in the court
He never did what he should do he just kinda rolled on on by
and polished
His body has been prepared for entombment
The guest book left open
The funeral parlor pillows
Have been fluffed
To his son he leaves
the eye
If I've got one wish, I hope it rains at my funeral
For once, I'd like to be the only one dry
a song
Your funeral nothin is for
Sure no one ever knows when it's time to go
(fades till the end)
hang me
Tied to my job a blast scene alibi tied to a tree in a blind alley
Nothing before
A big fear
Don't get caught
By her father's friends
Swamp
a freak car accident
He was my first real boyfriend
And he was also my best friend
And it fucking sucks
We had a million plans for the future
And now he's
Selling drugs
With a gun at my waist
And for people I had no love
See the streets was my home
Family and friends were all gone
Had no one to trust
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