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Secret Funeral
Nerves Baddington
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Well can you tell me what is left when it all falls
Ain't no blaming someone else like it's y'all fault
I just do it for myself like i'm all boss
Nah, never talk to pigs, know no Boss Hoggs
At least decade doing shows down south bet
A handful of homies still ain't made it out yet
I don't blame em, i just wished they'd never doubt that
Overseas we'd be a household name like a house pet, how bout dat
I been running uphill chain smoking cigarettes tryna find a lung
I been down bad so long, it's the same old song
Every time i think i'll probably find the one, huh
If you can't tell the difference, i can't help it hits different
I ain't trippin, i'm just kicking it for fun, yea
It's like the paint smell hitting and some brain cells missing
You insisting i ain't killing shit or some (what) son
Hopping off of that Coltrane, that blue train, that old flame
Hopping into a new whip with a new twist, whole shebang
Dang homie you doing shit, yea i know it's so insane
Voicemail when that phone rang, ya boy excel at his own thang
Yea and when we make it probably say i sold my soul to satan
I can take it i ain't playin, illuminati in the basement
They cloning Kanye, i'm waiting on my replacement
Break out of the matrix with a facelift, you basic
Don't need no loose ends cut em loose
Don't need no new friends, who is you
Nah, i don't do trends, i'm the truth
Codefendant stuffed the drugs in his shoe, lucky you
Just point me to jug with the juice
No tears just suds in the brews
No fear i'm in love with the view
I'm only coming down for a few, who's coming through
I been running uphill chain smoking cigarettes tryna find a lung
I been down bad so long, it's the same old song
Every time think i'll probably find the one, huh
And if you can't tell the difference, i can't help it hits different
I ain't trippin, i'm just kicking it for fun, yea
It's like the paint smell hitting and some brain cells missing
You insisting i ain't killing shit or some (huh) son
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