Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cemetery Walks, artist - MIST. Date of issue: 17.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cemetery Walks |
| What you know about cemetery walks? |
| Cemetery talks to the gravestone but the gravestone don’t talk |
| I’m alone with my thoughts |
| 'Member that day up in court, got sent down |
| Now I’m doin' tours, from the porch to the Porsche |
| Last hug with my mum was in the morgue |
| No carriage, no horse |
| I was broke then |
| Only done what I could afford |
| Real to the core |
| Yeah, we give thanks to the Lord |
| Straight pain, another page from this article |
| Memory lane in this article |
| Chapter one, with my mum in the carnival |
| Chapter two, back to school days |
| I had to make a belt from a shoelace |
| But now my jewels bust down, Thotiana, like I’m Blueface |
| Doomsday every Tuesday (What?) |
| HMP with a roommate (For real) |
| Pictures on the wall stuck with toothpaste (Of my daughter) |
| Chapter three, flashbacks to '08 |
| Family’s nice, no one’s died, yeah, it’s all great (Nice) |
| I know you want more, here’s chapter four, how did I get by? |
| (How?) |
| Three months between my mum and dad died |
| Yeah, my melon was fried, I was really outside |
| How the fuck did I survive? |
| I’ma tell you in chapter five |
| What you know about cemetery walks? |
| Cemetery talks to the gravestone but the gravestone don’t talk |
| I’m alone with my thoughts |
| 'Member that day up in court, got sent down |
| Now I’m doin' tours, from the porch to the Porsche |
| Last hug with my mum was in the morgue |
| No carriage, no horse |
| I was broke then |
| Only done what I could afford |
| Real to the core |
| Yeah, we give thanks to the Lord |
| Chapter five, I was sleepin' in a robbed car |
| Why? |
| Because they repossessed my mum’s yard |
| Had metal 'round me like a scrapyard |
| Up early in the morning, had to trap hard (Yeah, I did) |
| Chapter six, not a pot to piss (Facts) |
| No crib, no money, I was beggin' lifts (Mad) |
| Lick a move, blow, chase, bare adrenaline (Gone) |
| Nowhere to stay at night, I was dreading it |
| Chapter seven, is there a place really called Heaven? |
| Cah if there is, why did you take my queen from my present? |
| (Why did ya?) |
| Chapter eight, when your fam hates |
| They’d rather see you in a bad place |
| They hate behind your back but they smile up in your damn face (That's fake) |
| Chapter nine, I ask God for blessings |
| More lessons and he locked off a whole section |
| Chapter ten, I can’t wait to see my mum again |
| What you know about cemetery walks? |
| Cemetery talks to the gravestone but the gravestone don’t talk |
| I’m alone with my thoughts |
| 'Member that day up in court, got sent down |
| Now I’m doin' tours, from the porch to the Porsche |
| Last hug with my mum was in the morgue |
| No carriage, no horse |
| I was broke then |
| Only done what I could afford |
| Real to the core |
| Yeah, we give thanks to the Lord |
| This pain brought anthems (Pain) |
| Fame still a madness |
| How the fuck am I unhappy in a mansion? |
| (How?) |
| Mum ain’t ever saw success, she was stressed from the badness |
| I said this fame still a madness |
| This pain brought anthems (Pain) |
| Fame still a madness |
| How the fuck am I unhappy in a mansion? |
| (How?) |
| Mum ain’t ever saw success, she was stressed from the badness |
| I said this fame still a madness |