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lay awake bed, haunted by her memories

She on the top mind, so how I keep this on low
Following me every where that I go
Touching me like my shadow
She

My name is the Giant
My crew is WB
I barely be thinkin'
I make decisions while blinkin'
Now Mia
Mondays funerals court dates
Ay down a fine glass

kind of night
If I plan a funeral
For who we used to be
You'd grab shame by the pocketful
And throw the guilt towards me
Too careless to bring flowers

every time a nigga walk by they face drop, these niggas mad because I'm hot and they not, she wanna be my bitch but I told her she not, I like a bitch

wid di black rain
Rifle shot mash dem up, like a crash plane
Drive-by, rifle a wave like smaddy
A seh  bye bye yaad full a body like a
Yah suh name

try to tell me that he tough 
Nigga what This nigga gonzo i got the Brass knuckles by the
drinks and hatari honzos, In the 90s drinking mondos,

If you

Couldn't even hit the funeral it was business as usual
First music money I counted that in the cubicle
They thought I was doin coke
They beat down

in order of preference
my preferred disposition
would be in 22 minutes 
the sun
would collapse, then react 
then expand 
and take us all by surprise

Ready to die

Well I said, watch me sinkin’ down
While they cry
Surrounded by strangers as they let me lie 
Their alligator tears land on my funeral pyre

the shoulder
Check the rear view u- turns turn to funerals
Funnel out the neighborhood tunnel vision split the difference

You is always on that bullshit
I don't

veil
Thousands of stars lead the way
You by my side
Until the end of time

There is no place
In a world of silence
Where you can't be found
You are on my

The night is clouded and we're lost, confused
Distracted by the visions of the perfect Future
Images of greater new life
A utopia where every living being is

chop chop
Said time's a-wasting, yeah the
Clock's a racing, Tick tock
We got a boat to catch at the River Styx dock
A funeral march mixed in with

resurrected firma’s pen 

Got merked by jendor again 

Man can’t act like everything zen 

Land in Jamaica but ya not there my friend 

Mans In country smoking

Condor wings
Invisible Wo! That motley drama oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With it's Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not
Through

all by his-self
He made them kite him out
Any unnecessary movements gotta wipe em' out
I step outside in all the this
Gucci gotta wipe him down
I used

Isn't red a strange colour
To wear to a funeral
Better late than never
As time waits for no one
"I think its time to go home"
Said the General

all

Look, in April I was born
At 14 I was a felon (Uhuh)
By 18
I had been to more funerals than a reverend
(Damn)
And right when I felt like I'd give

for if I am imperfect
Thus is your design

The funeral pyre has been ashes for days
The groom and his dead wife
Are set in their ways my body is aching

and get C's
But get paid uh my life is so unusual
To most, it isn't suitable, to me
It's irrefutable can't see me in a cubicle
I'd rather watch my funeral

hanging by a rope nigga
Diamonds got me soaked, I been pushing all this dope nigga

This shit way overdue
Just set a date for your funeral
You be waiting

TRUE FORCE  (ft. Bernard Sumner)
Music and Lyrics by Zachery Allan Starkey

Living on the edge of night
Crawling on the edge of a knife
Ten funerals

Trapped inside a cage with no room to move ahead 

Waiting to be taken down by a hammer on your head


It's your death knell

It's your death knell

I wouldn’t say I’m from the trap but i drunk from the tap 
My life won’t by the water
If life was a motherfucking drink machine that bitch stayed out