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My brother Kris, he needs me instead
Nod to my friend, as I lift my axe up
If we don't live, we'll meet in Valhalla

Ho Ho, Savior of the North
I

at my funeral's all I wanna see
Open my eyes, all I see is hell these, days
On the chemicals I got just for my therapy
She talk bad, I don't read her

help 
I wont do that again for all the money in the world 
I hope you know I’m hurt by everything you did as well

Dear Diary, I think I’m starting

you, oh
Lie for you, side with you, you lightin' my soul
Nothing even matters so say fuck it
Will you stay with me, my dear diary?
So I flip your pages

are living walking and searching for the light
But when I closed my eyes
I finally found it... the funeral of the light!

sorry not sorry (Whoops)
I'm seeing you write in your diary (Yeah)
I'm seeing your body entirely (Yup)
Clutch up on you like I'm Kyrie
What I'm boutta do

my friends
So sick of funeral high school reunions
So tired of pallbearing all these Scotts and Erins
Staring at indiscriminate victims of drug

One hundred violins playing at my funeral 
What you people crying for? 
Save it for my funeral 

If life passes by and nothing is immovable 
Play

No Tears

Scarface

Office Space

1999

Now the funeral is over, and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hanging tape on the cut getting fired up
Looking for the nigga who pulled his pistol

Because
I didn't go down with Them
To be a Feast for the flies
Please Lord hear my cry's
Had to cut all my ties
Connects and old Friends Putting up

Because
I didn't go down with Them
To be a Feast for the flies
Please Lord hear my cry's
Had to cut all my ties
Connects and old Friends Putting up

A Dying Business

Chad Mitchell

The Best of the Chad Mitchell Trio: The Mercury Years

1998

of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste

It's been a minute since you put down your diary, are you okay?
I know lil' shawty sick of me apologizin', sayin' I'll change
You hurt my hurt, your

no job
Pushing in my momma van, stop for gas on Rosecrans
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Guilty by association

My Diary

Jim Jones

Harlem: Diary of a Summer [DualDisc]

2005

I'd prolly be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D-Set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homy of that d-wreck
He said it

Titanoboa they snakes
I had to push on the brakes
I cannot handle your friends
Most of your friends they be fakes
One day they asking for pictures

give you the order!"
Dead diaries day to day
For how long do I stay?
I'm afraid to spend my life down in Minnesota

Push the button, swipe your face

stop showing me videos of toys from my childhood and start targeting me
with eco-friendly funeral plans. I plan to be doing this for a while, still. Why

inside, I'm alone and already dead
I'm aiming for a crowd at my funeral
But inside, I'm alone and already dead
Friends borrowed, friends borrowed
Gotta give

Through her crying heart
She felt her daddy
Writing out, The End
The End for me, not for you Magi
Tomorrow your writing starts again
Magi's diary
Shares

up dead
Would they come for funeral
She stole my heart damn she's a
Criminal, Criminal
Criminal, Criminal
Criminal, Criminal
Criminal, Criminal
You

All my friends are dead, and I keep dancing at their funerals
They told me I look crazy, but God I felt so beautiful

Oh doctor tell me why's my head

Come catch a ticket for my funeral The world will always still be moving though
I guess I'm fearful for the great unknown This shit is just like home

We was just friends
We was just kids
Reminiscing all the times that we had spent
Think about all the things that we had did
And think about how we