Tekster: Potluck. Funeral.
(Jamie Madrox, Monoxide Child, 1 Ton, Potluck, Twiztid, UnderRated)
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)
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)
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