Bury Me a Warrior Tantrum T.A.
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[Hook: T.A.] (Pour out a lil' liquor!)
Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around a 5th of Hennessy
(roll up and light a Swisher!)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
Fuck bein' gangsta, Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior
(Pour out a lil' liquor!)
Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around a 5th of Hennessy
(Roll up and light a Swisher!)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
Fuck bein' gangsta, Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior
[Verse 1: T.A.]
When I die on the battlefields of life
Just look back at the good times i had up in this life
Bump my mixtapes
Viewing my coffin cover my kids face
Tell em Daddy's resting in a better and bigger place
I don't wanna see no tear face, just laughs and joy
Cut that sad face off, call Pastor Troy
Celebrate the life my mama raised
Observe January 12 as a National Holiday
Take notice of my accomplishments
Anyone speaking negative at the podium then abolish them
Because, life's rigid battles is livin' with mental cancer
And you may win a battle but freedoms the biggest capture
Mine eyes have seen the comin' of the Lord
Listen to my battle hymn my skin shields opposing swords
Life's a chess game sometimes you gotta go to war
Watch the checkmate, and protect the pieces on the board
Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around a 5th of Hennessy
(roll up and light a Swisher!)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
Fuck bein' gangsta, Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior
(Pour out a lil' liquor!)
Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around a 5th of Hennessy
(Roll up and light a Swisher!)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
Fuck bein' gangsta, Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior
[Verse 1: T.A.]
When I die on the battlefields of life
Just look back at the good times i had up in this life
Bump my mixtapes
Viewing my coffin cover my kids face
Tell em Daddy's resting in a better and bigger place
I don't wanna see no tear face, just laughs and joy
Cut that sad face off, call Pastor Troy
Celebrate the life my mama raised
Observe January 12 as a National Holiday
Take notice of my accomplishments
Anyone speaking negative at the podium then abolish them
Because, life's rigid battles is livin' with mental cancer
And you may win a battle but freedoms the biggest capture
Mine eyes have seen the comin' of the Lord
Listen to my battle hymn my skin shields opposing swords
Life's a chess game sometimes you gotta go to war
Watch the checkmate, and protect the pieces on the board
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