Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Birthday, artist - Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Birthday |
| How bout a birthday? |
| Fuck another funeral |
| We’re only here to live one time, you know? |
| How bout a birthday? |
| Fuck another funeral |
| And how I live my life, they don’t control |
| How bout a birthday? |
| Fuck another funeral |
| We’re only here to live one time, you know? |
| How bout a birthday? |
| Fuck another funeral |
| 'Til the day I die, you can label me a juggalo |
| My homeboy’s dead, he been gone 3 days |
| And now I’m with his family in a funeral parade |
| 'Til the wake, split stories over chicken and biscuits |
| And I contemplate all the shit that he’s missin' |
| It’s fucked why folks die so young |
| I bet he had the chance to get my dry-cleaning done |
| Oh no here it comes, guess it’s time to get the soup |
| Instead of the cigars 'cause my homie’s wife is due |
| Here’s what’s true, there’s an obituary page |
| With no section devoted to new lives being made |
| Sad to say, easy to see when you look |
| The birth rates decline while the death rates off the hook |
| Bad news, so much fuckin' bad news |
| What the fuck is the matter with these sad fools? |
| Nobody cares what they buildin', just what they tearin' down |
| It’s hard time on your spine, it’s heavy on your mind to carry 'round |
| Tell me 'bout what’s coming, fuck what’s goin' |
| Drama we already knowin' |
| Bodies fallin', whistle blowin' |
| Show me what’s alive & growin' |
| Tell me about the trees reachin' the sunshine |
| Tell me about some soldiers coming home safe, just one time |
| Let somebody blind look around |
| Let the deaf hear a sound |
| How 'bout a hidden treasure found? |
| Spread some fuckin' pleasure round |
| How bout a birthday? |
| Fuck another funeral, BOO! |
| That’s like 2 in a row too, with more to go through |
| Show me some white clouds, beaches with seagulls in the sky |
| No more white gowns, gurneys |
| Somebody slow down, relieve some of this pressure |
| Let’s try to focus on some positivity |
| So much fresher |
| How 'bout it? |
| No more funerals, no more wakes |
| No more eulogies, give my birthdays |
| It’s time for first crawl, first tour, first walk |
| I don’t wanna see no homies outlined in chalk |
| This year is our years, we livin' without fear |
| But so many folks dying, that the future’s never clear |
| It’s cloudy & overcast with the past, it’s a reminder |
| There’s nowhere safe for you to hide 'cause death showed behind ya |
| And if this is God’s plan, then help me understand |
| 'Cause I’m losin' my fade in a world in atom, man |
| How 'bout a birthday, not a funeral possession? |
| We’ll party 'til the lights go out, without question |