| Say your piece, say your fuckin' eulogies
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| Say something sweet, okay, lie through your teeth
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| I left the East, and I never met my niece
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| She turn nine next month, matter fact neither did he
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| Fix your tie, iron the creases
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| Tell your lies, as memories (Yeah)
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| I’m 'bout to cry, how was it only me?
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| Shakin' hands up front, I thought blood run deep? |
| (Ooh)
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| Had to leave the deal to be my own man (Yeah)
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| Shit had me ill, I hope you understand (Yeah)
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| I’d rather drown alone by my fuckin' self
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| Than rot in hell, sittin' on your fuckin' shelf
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| Don’t misconstrue what I said for attitude
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| I just had to move, stand up on my own two
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| My thoughts were food, ain’t that shit kinda cruel?
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| You were like family, it’s a lose, lose
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| It’s the funeral
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| Nothing you could do, I thought you should know
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| I don’t feel a pulse, my heart two below
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| Flowers everywhere, ain’t it beautiful?
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| It’s the funeral
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| Nothing you could do, I thought you should know (Yeah)
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| I don’t feel a pulse, my heart two below (Yeah)
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| Flowers everywhere, ain’t it beautiful?
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| Ain’t it beautiful? |
| (Oh)
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| I don’t why I bother, shit, I’ll never change
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| I’m an addict like my father just in different ways
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| Never did coke, 'cause I know I’d love that shit
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| I can’t sleep as is, up at night tryna make it big
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| I know what you think of me, trust, I hate me too
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| Scared my girl gone leave me if I don’t make it soon
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| I know she love me, but this rap shit leave its scars and wounds
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| Stuck in my own world lookin' at a different moon
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| Goddamn, fuck this shit
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| Stream of consciousness, this is all it is
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| Need it more than a hit, more than a sip
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| Been damaged as a kid, and this is the only fix (Uh)
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| You still sleepin', I’m still grievin'
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| I still barely break even, don’t get it twisted, I’m far from peakin'
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| I’m still breathin', I’m still schemin'
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| That little boy in his room dreamin', who risked it all for one reason
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| It’s the funeral
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| Nothing you could do, I thought you should know
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| I don’t feel a pulse, my heart two below
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| Flowers everywhere, ain’t it beautiful?
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| It’s the funeral
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| Nothing you could do, I thought you should know (Yeah)
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| I don’t feel a pulse, my heart two below (Yeah)
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| Flowers everywhere, ain’t it beautiful?
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| Ain’t it beautiful? |
| (Oh) |