Lyrics:
We was just friends
We was just kids
Reminiscing all the times that we had spent
Think about all the things that we had did
And think about how we
I flow into my poetry
Words too deep for my diary
My pen is a deft swimmer
It navigates the depths of my turbulent mind
And when the waters withdraw
and dad punished me and locked me in my room
I wonder if they are my true parents”
[Storyteller]
Well I dropped by a little town
Thank you for your kind
Thank you, thank you
Can you hear the bell ringing?
Go and blame it on your upbringing
Friends dead from the gun slinging (They know)
Grave funerals
memories
A couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemy
See, phony people like phony people
Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people
Look,
Dad's diaries are waiting
In the top drawer of a bed stand
In the places that we go
When we get lonely for an hour
The paper-thin parchment
Crunches
I got to tell you one thing, like
It's my diary
It's a part of my life, like
Last year was fucked up
And I'm just going to keep it real with myself,
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
sing the funeral's symphony
hard to stand agony
damned forever by death's conspiracy
these are our chains of eternity
Fueling hate within patience with yourself gets paper thin
Desperate for a win become the type that's got the fakest friends
In the end funeral is
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
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
Dear Diary:
Mood: Apathetic.
My life is spiralling downward.
I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red
Romance and Suffocate me dry
life through a new lens
Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through
When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle
Go tell your friends
not built for a cubicle
Thought too much out of the box for a funeral
Know some real niggas that’s locked in that cell
If I fall victim that shit
a stack with ya,
When I left town and there was no one round
Ya friends fell back now your circle slimmer
Lets go round for round
Number 1 contender
Your
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
far before crumbling
Now I'm mourning your loss at this funeral for a friend, funeral for a friend
When you left I cried
Not because you're gone but
many dead bodies
And yo best friend a get you booked just like a diary
That's why I move and stay lowkey
Ion need nonman
Cause ain't nobody trying
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
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
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit
You can't see me nigga
Fake friends fake friends
I don't need them niggas
Tell me what a nigga need you for
Better off rocking solo
You were my ace now
blunted in a 600 Benz
Ask your friends who's the illest
Licking shots niggas screaming Biggie Smalls
Tried to kill us
I get ill
It's time for a funk refill
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