Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funeral, artist - Potluck. Album song Straight Outta Humboldt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.09.2006
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Funeral |
Your funeral nothin is fo sho no one ever noes when it’s time to go your |
funeral nothin is fo sho non one ever noes when it’s time to go |
I lived life without worry while haters comin to hurt me I was sent on a |
visious mission I’m hopin you heard me I disguised it with blunts livin life |
around sluts and while the haters be jealous then be all on our nutz it’s |
enough of the madness I am smokin at the funeral I’m a bum I’m a drunk I’m a |
stoner just like you high school I was fourteen had blunts from alabama believe |
it I had such a bangin war all about santa fightin with the essays on every |
other thursday day class was next to that and my skin was hershay never goona |
be a bitch the game taught me never snitch momma said never go broke over a |
bitch tried to live on tight pay do everything the right way hitch hiking on |
survival I had to ride the devils highway god will you forgive me come down and |
save my soul death is here today don’t got another day to go |
Your funeral nothing is fo sho no one ever knows when it’s time to go your |
funeral nothin is fo sho no one ever knows when it’s time to go |
I was nothin depressed contipatin suicide so down on my self sometimes I wanted |
to die then when I learned to make music all my pain just went away my whole |
attitude changed I started having good days I tried to live right by treating |
people with respect I tried to spread peace like when the hippies protest I |
tried to live my life happy without steppin on your toes I tried to make us all |
get along friends or foes yo I could keep a secret I can make you feel worth it |
I can make you feel special and I made it my purpose because I know what it’s |
like when your feeling down and alone no where to go parents fightin so I don’t |
wanna go home not a snake I stay humble never cold to another but now it’s my |
time to go like the snow in the summer so when I’m gone like king kong put the |
purple in the bong don’t be sad I was glad we had class singin along it’s over |
now my dead bodies layin on the ground I’m lookin down as I’m risin like the |
sun above the town I’m gone like poof no more josh just the cd so the last time |
you saw me is now the last time you see me |
Your funeral nothin is fo sho no one ever knows when it’s time to go |
What will they say up at my funeral when I go who will know I lived it to the |
limit takin every turn up on this road at my funeral what will they say what |
will they say when I’m buried one day what will they say up at my funeral when |
I go who will know I lived it to the limit taken every turn up on this road at |
my funeral what will they say what will they say when I’m buried one day. |
Think there’s alot a light so since I die tonight I’ll find out if I was right |
I hope I get to make it up in tell I can fly and if if I don’t I’ll go to hell |
just know that I’m alright so keep it burnin bright I know the devils been |
tring to get with me fo some years in different forms and different people |
swear to god there my peers and they tore me into pieces my last vision is here |
and there’s nothin you can do to me to make it dissapear even know you sittin |
at my funeral starin at my casket and my legasy lives on and to this day I’m |
never laughin now you leanin next to me cryin lookin me right in my face trying |
to wait hopin it’s all just a mistake and I awake all because your prayers and |
your faith forever I’m locked in your soul for the music I make and if you wait |
for me here I’ll be back with a grin and we can sit back and live it all over |
again remember |
Your funeral nothin is fo sho no one ever knows when it’s time to go |
Bless me father please o let it all be a bad dream I want me back in the casket |
with the ceiling above me I’m emotionless and there’s no sickness alows no |
bullshit so my hands are crossed in this box I’m stuck in this talking and |
voices are familier to me at a distince but as they become closer they grow in |
clarity speakin about buring me with my headstone to mark my memory I hear them |
crying and they won’t let go it doesnt make it easy when you can’t return but |
still I had so many things to learn and teach the listiners who would listen |
with such a love and conviction and purchase the product over the counter |
without prescriptions and now my vision is a double wide auto with velvid |
interior with the polly cotton pillow to rest my head upon when my spirit is |
gone and thinkers above my body there a quior singing a song your funeral |
nothin is for sure no one ever knows when it’s time to go… (fades till the |
end) |