Like a horse that doesn't touch the ground It fucking feels like the poison of the spider Like the colours in the speed of sound The sky is getting
Like a horse that doesn't touch the ground It fucking feels like the poison of the spider Like the colours in the speed of sound The sky is getting wider
confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your funeral in two Hummers That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day Come out the funeral
That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses The wake, it's the wake right here Come before the funeral, nigga They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
Wondering why it's all so boring Suicide, confusion all around No pub you feel home, no records to please you You're strangled by the crowd, there
that's cool, But I'm bout to go to the Bahamas I'm like Bahamas? Nigga we got work to do We gotta finish killin the fuckin competition We can start the funeral
, I got to see a?em. I want a dresser, and undresser and a hairdresser, too, And I gotta-gotta-gotta have the biggest dressing room. I want an escape
is delicious and there are many other girls their age Once a week, photo sessions take place, convivial affairs that involve make-up, a wide variety of dress
beautiful Shut up, Shut up, Shut up - And pharmaceutical Shut up, Shut up, Shut up - Her little dress, is black Shut up, Shut up, Shut up - Looks like a funeral
s Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your funeral
