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that's my birthday month and now my son's the same So he could turn up but he's excited for toys and video games I love how life has changed Closer to God,
happy to see me The Unit, by now you niggas should be used to it I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it Take these bullets out this K
more able To see the good things on my table for that I'm grateful 'Cause I've had my trouble, I've had my trials I've hit the mark and I've missed by
car Or catchin' him slippin' at his own tip I shoot the muthafucka up To make sure his cap is peeled (right) And shoot his friends at the funeral
her cry for help friends abandoned now drink you away she's been aimlessly wandering stumbling through the grime scratching her heroin itch addiction's
When you attend a funeral It is sad to think that sooner o' Later those you love will do the same for you And you may have thought it tragic Not
changed, them flights back-to back I don't be home now I don't need security by my side I hold my own now Boy, you better not play with None of my woadies,
out, he just got a girlfriend Instead, she knew something was funny she could tell By his behavior or the way he would wave his hand When he would
just got a girlfriend instead She knew something was funny Shecould tell by his behavior Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand When he would wave
best friend and ex girlfriend aren't to blame I did this myself it's a sick cry for help But it doesn't mean the situation's clean Additional stress
by the plaza When they took Juicy, when they took Brendo Went back the Glocks and new stilettos When they took Jez, I was dead inside Stabbed in my
the thing she scene Used to cry for help when daddy came in With his friends touching on her with their hands Thats the man she gre up couldnt stand Flash
For two whole months you've lived with me, little mouse Creeping 'long the walls while I watch TV, little mouse I asked all my friends to see if they
my hometown It's a half hour straight shot up I-81 Haven't been a stranger past couple years Been there for birthdays, funerals, old friends and tears
nobody, the burner make them toast to me.. Used to get blessings from my grandma before I leave out for my day. She the reason that I’m here know. anyway
I'd like to thank you for all of the pain that you caused to me When you were crawling back and begging me I am not the same change the recipe And you
these humans fuck the Earth then travel straight to Mars? My team full of talent, I'm always surrounded by the stars I ain't acting hard, hit that
I open my cabinet, and what should I see But a candy cane, staring back at me I've known it for years, we were good friends I loved that candy cane
with all my friends Old days (wee) Old ways yachta yachta yachta we're tryna get paid yachta yachta yachta we're just tryna get laid Feeling like my
I remember wen that bill was due, a nigha had to go get that paper up Sis cudnt do it all by herself, by any means I had go run it up Trying
yesterday Turns out I'm dead Happened a long, long time ago, but no-one said The funeral, for friends and family Was minimal If you count god
endure We've been at funerals in moonlit nights For those who made an end by suicide Dreams of broken love that lurked in our minds We thought of friends
smoked You betta ask about me YBP known to murder beats By any means crush all opps And any enemies Show up at your funeral front row Yelling rest in piece
my arms Tell my friends I can't come over It's too much over overcome Speaking life into myself The pain rolling off tongue Ironically I can't feel it
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