Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eulogy, artist - Jehst. Album song Billy Green is Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: YNR
Song language: English
Eulogy |
Hey, you! |
You listening to this record, wake up! |
Hey, you! |
You listening to this record, wake up! |
Hey, you!) |
If I said this was my final opportunity (What?) |
To write my eulogy (Ok) |
You’d assume it to be lunacy, presumably |
Happiness eluding me |
I asked the preacher man to humour me |
But he said there’s nothing he could do for me |
In the midst of all manner of buffoonery |
Silly blinging jewellery like it’s the silver jubilee |
I’m in the lab with Telemachus & Uylsses |
Banging on the drum pads, rattling computer keys |
New wave like music by The Human League |
Here’s some loose change, go the store |
Buy a brew for me |
I did my duty, what did duty ever do for me? |
A rebel |
They’ll end up executing me for mutiny |
You should’ve |
Already giving him a reasoning |
Got the pot boiling with the seasoning |
Brimstone stew, delicious |
Gotta bust a move like Disco Stu |
From The Simpsons |
(And in a time that’s closer |
Life will be even bolder, then) |
Love |
(Love is the only answer) |
The only answer, yo |
(Hate is the root of cancer, then) |
This song could truly be my final opportunity |
To write my eulogy |
You’d assume it to be lunacy, presumably |
Misery consuming me |
I called the midnight request line |
The DJ wouldn’t even play the tune for me |
Blues singers sing the blues for me |
Blue-eyed soul in a baby blue suit |
You can croon for me |
Fuck it, you could do 'Fly Me to the Moon' for me |
The thing I fear most is a squandered opportunity |
And I articulate it beautifully |
Bigging up Confucius in particular for boosting me |
I just do it |
The difference between you and me |
I’m like Nike, you’ve got nothing where the 'swoosh' should be |
On the shoe, in fact, you’re more like a spoof of rap |
Consider me the Don Dada, Super Cat |
Keep a doobie strapped, midnight Scooby snack |
Back to my secret lair, rigged with the booby trap |
(And in a time that’s closer |
Life will be even bolder, then) |
Love |
(Love is the only answer) |
The only answer, yo |
(Hate is the root of cancer, then) |
So, if I said this is my final opportunity |
To try and write my eulogy |
You’d assume it to be lunacy, presumably (Huh?) |
The reaper keep pursuing me (What?) |
I asked Father Time to watch my back |
But he said there’s nothing he could do for me |
So who the fuck a brother man to google, b? |
Looking for the answer, sat at the computer screen |
That’s why I choose to use the music therapeutically |
And smoke the booda tree like it was ciggies from the duty free |
Basic level meditation, Supa T |
Counteract the propaganda that pollute my chi |
Energy; |
you’re confusing me with your enemy |
Love is the only answer, the keep telling me (They keep telling me, |
they keep telling me…) |
Love is the only answer, yo, the answer |
(And in a time that’s closer |
Life will be even bolder, then) |
Love |
(Love is the only answer) |
The only answer, yo |
(Hate is the root of cancer, then) |