my Funeral song

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As I bail through tha empty halls/breath stinkin’  in my draws /ring, ring, ring /quiet y’all /incoming call /plus this my homie from high school he’s getting bye /It’s time to bury another brotha nobody cry /life as a baller/alchol and booty calls /we usta do them as adolecents do you recall? /raised as G’s /loc’ed out and blazed the weed/get on tha roof /let’s get smoked out /and blaze with me /2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin’ ‘thug till I die’ before I passed out /but now that your gone /i’m in tha zone thinkin’ ‘I don’t wanna die all alone’ but now ya gone /and all I got left are stinkin’ memories /I love them niggas to death i’m drinkin’ Hennessy while tryin’ ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed/cause life goes on/

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