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Funeral A Matter Of Time

of the eve. Turning the nighttime into day. They'll never be as strong as we can be, so long as we can change the game. I have a secret no one knows about

be a head trip Like a Cali-bred Crip rockin' Cincinnatti Reds shit [scratched x2] Y'all tryin' to put a crease in the cards Everybody want a piece of

'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black drop-top broham with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt so

Big Dipper, swig liquor, big liver Now that you home watch the shit differ, I dig nigga Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga He Elton Brand in a

, come collect your freedom No matter what your living in No more giving in Oh American citizen, come collect your freedom No matter what you're living

in His presence while some 'round here sacrificing pheasants we be standing on top of a hill looking over letting our lights shine before men like a super

Zee It be today motherfucker Look like a sitcom for no brain We bum a loop Jettin' from Roscoe Peco train Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee With half a

her The crime is slow to shatter Her brain matter and batter her With a bat a matter of fact That will splatter her But before i do that I'll have a chat

let's take a spin Lemme drive you to suicide I'm gone with the wind I'm out my mind, and in my mind I travel through space and time If you find me you