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