postal funeral
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[Intro]
Oh, shit
[Chorus]
Fuck out my face, got the right guy
Inhale the toxins, I might lie
I'm out of options, I might lie
I'ma just talk shit 'til I die
Fuck out my face, got the right guy
Inhale the toxins, I might lie
I'm out of options, I might lie
I'ma just talk shit 'til I die, die
[Post-Chorus]
Falling, I'm falling asleep again
And my body decay in the deepest ends
Stop me, I stop, I'ma bleed again
In control of the things that I see again
[Verse 1]
Fully auto in the back of this bus
Shut the fuck up, it ain't none' to discuss
So many bodies, my choppa a slut
So many bodies, my choppa gon' bust out
Hollow point, Glock, body gon' shut down
At the point that I don't give a fuck now
Rip his torso, we tearing his lungs out
Torture bro when it's sun up to sun down
Oh, shit
[Chorus]
Fuck out my face, got the right guy
Inhale the toxins, I might lie
I'm out of options, I might lie
I'ma just talk shit 'til I die
Fuck out my face, got the right guy
Inhale the toxins, I might lie
I'm out of options, I might lie
I'ma just talk shit 'til I die, die
[Post-Chorus]
Falling, I'm falling asleep again
And my body decay in the deepest ends
Stop me, I stop, I'ma bleed again
In control of the things that I see again
[Verse 1]
Fully auto in the back of this bus
Shut the fuck up, it ain't none' to discuss
So many bodies, my choppa a slut
So many bodies, my choppa gon' bust out
Hollow point, Glock, body gon' shut down
At the point that I don't give a fuck now
Rip his torso, we tearing his lungs out
Torture bro when it's sun up to sun down
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