Lyrics:
It happened at a birthday celebration
You said by all accounts I made a scene
I told off-color jokes
Offended several folks
I guess perhaps I might
I wrote the book about the
Look that's in your eyes
I wrote the book of love
So you've been brokenhearted
This ain't no funeral
Lose the heavy baggage
laughs as you eternally rot
Young Baloff with the burgundy snot
You get surgically shot
Drive-by you in a cloud of that purpley pot
Can you see with your
for cash
Assassins faster than The Flash
Amass a body count, surpass the sound barrier
And shattered by the splatter, rattled you
Waking, shake you
Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who
Knocked his ass out and kissed
Him on the cheek, uh
He fucked up just by thinking I was sweet, uh
I run this city, might have
Thought I wore some
and deteriorate
I've been losing my mind
I've been falling way behind
I'm a lost survivor, walking through fire
But strength is giving away
Broken by this moment
(Ha ha)
Oh yeah? Just imagine this wasn't fantasy
Where funerals turn to photos and
Victories turn to tragedies
Now they calling me king, matter of fact
around and squeal (might rat)
I'm coming by myself
Right in where you live (ya crib)
Im runnin right down why you with your kids
(fuck it) you gotta go
staring at a diamond knowing that they are forever
Even if my body isn't still around to wear 'em
Seats are only full at funerals and not the weddings
learned what it means, to be somebody's baby
They let you lie in your bed by yourself and cry
The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray
long time
Miss out on the wars
Come out of my cocoon next time
There's a fire
Burning down what's left of our house
A funeral pyre
I'll sleep until it
Please, please don’t turn around
It’s a long way back down
And I’ll be right behind you
I know that you’re just getting by
Struggling to breathe and stay
eighteen, I sold that car
Traded wheels for a wedding band
A Plymouth hunter-green, big block with three on the tree
With every nut and bolt turned by these
The bluest sky I ever seen
Was advertised on a billboard for New Orleans
But i saw it up in Hollywood
Just before the funeral for a friend that I
on fire
Their feet was off the ground
Sorceresses tripping round the funeral pyre
In a state of nature black magic spellbound
Through the mist, she sent me
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Walkin' home, I passed by a funeral
There was a woman there
She was cryin', cursin' at the Gods
And it made
goodbye
I can't seem to justify
Why you had to die?
I got funerals
Hard to find a soul
Someone else who knows
Livin' on this road
Pull up for
town, this town
I swear there's angels in this town, oh, yeah
Dozed off hard, night shift tired
Should have been a funeral
Should have been a fire
How will we ever get by without her?
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra salve salve regina
Ad te clamamus exules filii
his noodle's hanging outside of his dome
Mama gotta pay for the funeral, need a loan
She'll be lucky if his murder even make the news
I feel a pain
catch-me///
hahaha all them toys is through//
Imagine me or IG giving a fuck for them boys in blue//
By the way this is that raw shit// that fuck a dirty
there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't
Hey hey hey hey
Everywhere that I go I can see you
Your ghost won't die
And every breath that I take I can feel you
Here by my side
You haunt
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