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