Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Art of Death, artist - Mickey Factz. Album song Mickey MauSe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.02.2016
Record label: Museum Mick
Song language: English
The Art of Death |
What? |
No no no… is he? |
You gotta be kidding me. |
Serious? |
Jean? |
Dead? |
No no no no no no. |
I don’t believe you. |
Oh no… |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
I just want you to pray for me |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
I just want you to talk to the lord, tell him that I feel desolate |
Basquiat just left us, overdose left him breathless |
Am I next on that checklist? |
Walking into his funeral |
Wishing I could put a crown on him, that would be so suitable |
King SAMO |
Got a Halo |
But I’m selfish cause I’m wishing God let em stay though |
When Andy died I thought that’s it |
But I’m standing here at this casket |
With my friend here |
I think to myself is the end near? |
Have I been there? |
I don’t know |
Don’t go! |
How could you leave, us in the cold |
Left Honolulu and said that you grown |
You said you was leaving heroin alone |
But you was alone, never would know |
Now I’m here but you dead and gone |
Shedding a tear, watching it roll |
Pouring out beer, this one for my bro |
Get off my back! |
This shit is wack! |
I wanna relax then tell myself that this is an act |
He’s coming back, this is a fact! |
But he’s not, and he won’t |
Wanna leave, but I don’t |
Then I do, then I see |
Myself, it coulda been me |
When people are ready to, they change. |
They never do it before then, |
and sometimes they die before they get around to it. |
You can’t make them |
change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop |
them |
I don’t wanna die |
Floating in the sky |
Mama at my casket |
Looking at her cry |
Why can’t we live forever |
Someone tell me why |
Scared for my life |
Only thing that I can say is: |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
I just want you to pray for me |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
Pray for me |
I just want you to talk to the lord |
Somebody please pray for me |
I had a girl that laid with me |
But I don’t know what she gave to me |
Basically, I’m scared now |
Body starting to feel weird now |
Hearing rumors bout H.I.V |
Its about to take Keith Haring out |
Oh not again |
Almost out of friends |
Soon as I try again, just to try and win, I die again |
This so tiring |
I have been, to the promise land |
Where the angel harps and the violins |
Are the soundtracks to retiring and I’m tired of it |
What, did I do? |
Who, did I screw? |
What did she give? |
What did she spew? |
Contaminate me with whatever she grew |
Whatever she knew, she kept to herself |
Who woulda knew the devil herself |
Un-buckle my belt, fuck with my health |
Somebody help! |
Somebody help! |
Colorful red |
Colors are shed |
Stuck in the bed |
Wanna be dead |
Up on a ledge |
Over the edge |
Left deceased |
Sketch the streets |
Death complete |
Rest in peace |
Nap forever |
The art of the death is my last adventure… |
I always wished I’d died, and I still wish that, cause I could have gotten the |
whole thing over with. |
Not to mention, dying is the most embarrassing thing |
that can ever happen to you, cause someone’s got to take care of all your |
nonsense when you leave |