Lyrics:
I'm going Beatbox the Pu*** girl all damn night
I get on this beat and straight cook it
I can tell you pu*** you aint Gantsa by how you looking
2Pac
and flossa
For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny tots
My mom say stop or I'm gonna
Gang
Yeah
Two times, two times
(C Sick)
Purple water, pour up that berry that's that blue rain (drank)
Diamond water, Tity Boi two times,
I'm drunk at a funeral again
Buried just another one of mine
But it's okay
We've never been that close
My mind made him up a few days ago
Begging
He can't be me nor can he beat me (Nah)
Take this L 2nd place Luigi (Yeee)
Not clear then get you a squeegee
Debonair like water Fiji
She in love, oh
Written by Kirk Franklin
CHORUS
It really doesn't matter
What you're going through
I know that Jesus can work it out for you
His yoke is easy,
Locked in a cage since the day I was born
Numb I couldn't realize, life's been a funeral
Closed door with no exit no safe at all
Buried in hate, lost
this ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
Travel by the silver line
to a place that has no time.
Why don't you try it now?
Working hard to see the light,
let your mind take up in
We're all headed way up north
to the town where you were born
And we'll try to keep ourselves together.
By the time we all get back
We will have
It takes two to tango
But tell me how is, it possible that I bruise their made flows
I divert from all these sing alongs I'm cooking novels
I need
What else was there to do when you Was living just to prove
Ya self to other people?
Surrounded by the evil
I try to paint the picture
But the weight
Love is a flower that bloomes in the spring time.Beneath the light of the moon in the spring time.We're grooving together like two turtle doves since
When my cousin passed
They was wit the 9s at the funeral
Police ride by like it's usual
Hoping that we blast it off and genocide our self
From these
Now there far from me there's an old holler tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You go round the bend and you come back again
With a jug
to say
So yeah
1 shot 2 shot 3 shot 4
How many motherfuckers aiming at my dome?
How many punkasses yelling “go home”
How many bitches want me 6 feet below?
of a lot more love
My soul used to swell to twice its size
But then my uncle died
And at his funeral, it was said
That his life didn't matter unless Jesus
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Dem know a di war teacha, a wah do some fool?
Hey Corleon!
Get guns and run dem dung, gun dem dung
When dem down a di funeral parlor
My gun taller,
the devil you know"
cnd maybe it was all for show
But even so, the damage was real
The last time I saw him he was crying at the funeral
cwww, he had a heart
with fiends, disturbing fiends, almost insane,
But chance comes again
Adrift in between, moving unseen, fragile and weak,
Haunted by things that no one
When I die
When I die
When my body & my mind
Are no longer mine
Here's what I want at my funeral, when I die
Play "Last Donut of the Night" by
FLOWERS AT BREAKFAST BUT BY SUNSET THEY WERE DEAD
I HATE THAT YOUR WORDS ARE STILL BUZZING LIKE ANGRY WASPS AROUND MY HEAD
YOU’RE NOT TOO MANY, TOO MANY
get sad sometimes
No matter who's there around me
I start wondering who's gonna speak at my funeral cause they're the one who found me
There is no
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