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letra de the lively funeral - zotiyac

[verse 1]
sick to my stomach
everything that i thought you wouldn’t do, you had done it
postin pretty pictures while p-ssy pitchin and stuntin
always tell myself i’m [?] whenever i think i want it but
they always say good things never last
and usually, to me, you was a pain in the ass
and all the memories, they will remain in the past, like
the opposite of quarterback spikes
i got played by a skirt, no bagpipes
no crash site, made it from scratch like a cat fight
after it collapsed, i was shaking more than some crab dice
might have to try that sh-t again, it was a fast swipe
who knew somebody would’ve left if we ain’t act right?
now let us go back and relapse to the black nights
when everything but you seemed dark, cut the flashlight
you, you had the clock in a cup
inverted the sh-t, now i’m mopping it up
involuntarily, i got mocked in the cuffs
it was something up your sleeve, i did not get to touch
i watch ash spread and i pocket the dust
the memories remain and the object is us
but that’s not to discuss what the topic discussed
and the promise of trust, you forgot what it was
even though i’m with the crows, i could fly with the doves
the flock made me feel like at a spot i’m above
hoes spread they wings [?]
it’s aberred to me, birdies be urgently purging me
locking my luck and it bugs me with certainty
any emotion, i’m boxing it up, feelings, bottle ’em up
to conduct an emergency surgery, i could get caught in the cut
or the act of me possibly giving a f-ck
and the thought of monogamy, giving it up
i just cannot see the women who bustin their ass on the daily
for men who product and put cash on the table, a profiting plus
loyalty’s always a problem, it’s just the same
and it ain’t too much difference when pain gets to mixing the paint
you should follow me
[chorus]
follow me, follow me
i need an apology
am i tripping, probably?
you overlooked my quality
follow me, follow me
i need an apology
am i tripping, probably?
you overlooked my quality for quantity
you disrespected me, b-tches
you all just dead to me, b-tches
you need vasectomy, n-ggas
y’all all dead to me, dig the funeral ditches
you disrespected me, b-tches
you all just dead to me, b-tches
you need vasectomy, n-ggas
y’all all dead to me, dig the funeral ditches

[verse 2]
you, you been neglecting your n-ggas
you think they your friends? boy, you better go figure
you must not remember the sh-t that they did
when you and the situation got more difficult
and you cold with no coat in the winter
now you take that l and come back with a splinter
[?] blueprint to block ’em like cinders
no simpin, just pimpin, b-tch, pop your placenta
[?] i gotta drop like november
please do not stalk, you get blocked like a [?]
trees what we flip, you get chop with no timber
i’m dead like a walker, my shots wet like kemba
fish tail out the parking lot with the fingers
don’t be defending no [?]
act like a b-tch off the rip, we gon render
your only agenda should be switching genders
[chorus]
follow me, follow me
i need an apology
am i tripping, probably?
you overlooked my quality
follow me, follow me
i need an apology
am i tripping, probably?
you overlooked my quality for quantity
you disrespected me, b-tches
you all just dead to me, b-tches
you need vasectomy, n-ggas
y’all all dead to me, dig the funeral ditches
you disrespected me, b-tches
you all just dead to me, b-tches
you need vasectomy, n-ggas
y’all all dead to me, dig the funeral ditches

[verse 3]
me, i’m taking responsibility
after a week, your responses was k!lling me
now i’m alive and you gotta remember me
tryna realize that god is not my enemy
take a few shots now waka flock the remedy
boy, i been wylin for years off my energy
going to violence, silence in symphonies
mental asylums were made with my memory
i got potential to make em regret
they sit there and stare when i’m taking the steps
“don’t forget me when you famous, cortez”
get the f-ck, that’s enough, i got weight on my chest
tough as mcgruff but got hate for the feds
you can hate me, just give satan a rest
i sin just like him with a great intellect
got his hands on my neck while i take my last breath
now we moving to the rear, and i know you ain’t true
you fear the real reflection of you
but f-ck you, i can see through the mirror
envision nothing but snakes ahead, the medusa’s near
it’s ruby clear that none of your dogs could hear me with goofy ears
the rudest here, it seems i can only swim in a pool of tears
from laughing at the groups of queers who are constantly losing peers
i hear them say the root of evil is mula, excuse me dear
i’m getting rid of buck, but my only luck has been shooting deer
[chorus]
follow me, follow me
i need an apology
am i tripping, probably?
you overlooked my quality
follow me, follow me
i need an apology
am i tripping, probably?
you overlooked my quality for quantity
you disrespected me, b-tches
you all just dead to me, b-tches
you need vasectomy, n-ggas
y’all all dead to me, dig the funeral ditches
you disrespected me, b-tches
you all just dead to me, b-tches
you need vasectomy, n-ggas
y’all all dead to me, dig the funeral ditches

- zotiyac

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