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Wazowski
A groupie with me when I count up because it might arouse me
Your friend was right about me
Open your diary and write about me
Tell 'em how I put

down every inch of this brown stone
Fourteen days go by, I'm better on my feet
Keeping busy, let my vices take the lead
Never thought you'd be the one

This is my personal
This is my personal
This is my personal diary I got
Always writing in it, writing rhymes on da spot
See, ready set go, see me

1913 Massacre

Ramblin' Jack Elliott

Ramblin' Jack

1996

The piano played a slow funeral tune
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your

stand by
And they got a place in my heart
Couple brothers I’d die for
And they all know who they are

Real friends, I count those on one hand
I’ll half my

Beach Life-In-Death

Car Seat Headrest

Twin Fantasy

2011

Where can I go? (Go to a friend's)
Where can I go? (Go to bed)

I wrote "Beach Death" when I thought you were taken
I wrote "Beach Funeral" when I

Beach Life-In-Death

Car Seat Headrest

Twin Fantasy

2011

Where can I go? (Go to a friend's)
Where can I go? (Go to bed)

I wrote "Beach Death" when I thought you were taken
I wrote "Beach Funeral" when I

building                                   
To honour her friend and her God     
As she sat for a time wondering in prayer
Whether it was fair, she should

at all
Been mistreated, he just play roles when his feelings get involved
She ain't supportive, she don't love me, and she ain't my friend at all
Mama,

the block
The same pussy nigga
I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it
Mama never was gon beat

Someday you'll understand
And you will take my hand
Funeral for a friend
To born a lover you've made
To born a lover you wait

Chorus: 2x

Love lives in me,

fuck bitch
Black dresses and vests
Gonna shoot a fuck bitch
Funerals and hearsies
Im gunning for her throat
On these bullies you gone chock
Revenge in my

shit
One way traffic can't swerve this shit
Grindin' for time had to earn this shit
Takes years of silence to be heard this quick
Straight up and if

Welcome
To the diary of a being 
Who spent many years lost in confusion
To the heart of a being 
Who's loved way more than what she's gotten in

Dear Diary
I'm a father at last
I shed many tears when I held his hands
He held mine and he looked into my eyes
Gave a small yawn and an even bigger

the tiniest sip in front of my friends to prove i’m not not a part of it
Sure i’ve been drinking only water ever since and I lost the glass “by accident”
But

the Louis Bag on
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I don't go outside with the Louis Bag
I don't go outside with the Louis

just stumbled into the whole affair saying
When I die, hallelujah by and by
When I die, hallelujah by and by

Uncle John's rougher friends want to relate

couldn't solve em
But now I'm starting everything all over again
I miss back when I could call you a friend

I'm buried by all of my trauma
From time

for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few

for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few

friends but in the end a nigga dies lonely
Nowhere to run, I'm in terror, and no one cares
A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there
Is there

to Brussels for you
The cold December thinking you're too good to be true

You don't even try
But you always make me, always make me
Time is flying by
But

funerals I never cried
Question my loyalty I never lied
Day 1 homies staying right by my side
Rip Goofy a real n***a died
So many funerals I never cried