Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Insane Clown Posse - Birthday lyrics
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Insane Clown Posse - Birthday lyrics]
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
We're only here to live one time, you know?
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
And how I live my life, they don't control
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
We're only here to live one time, you know?
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
'Til the day I die
You can label me a juggalo
My homeboy's dead, he been gone 3 days
And now I'm with his family
In a funeral parade 'Til the wake
Split stories over chicken and biscuit's
And I contemplate all the
Shit that he's missin'
It's fucked why folks die so young
I bet he had the chance
To get my dry-cleaning done
Oh no here it comes
Guess it's time to get the soup
Instead of the cigars 'cause my
Homie's wife is due
Here's what's true, there's an obituary page
With no section devoted to
New lives being made
Sad to say, easy to see when you look
The birth rates decline while the
Death rates off the hook
Bad news, so much fuckin' bad news
What the fuck is the matter
With these sad fools?
Nobody cares what they buildin'
Just what they tearin' down
It's hard time on your spine
It's heavy on your mind to carry 'round
Tell me 'bout what's coming
Fuck what's goin' drama we already knowin'
Bodies fallin', whistle blowin'
Show me what's alive & growin'
Tell me about the trees reachin' the sunshine
Tell me about some soldiers coming home safe
Just one time let somebody blind look around
Let the deaf hear a sound
How 'bout a hidden treasure found?
Spread some fuckin' pleasure round
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
BOO! That's like 2 in a row too
With more to go through
Show me some white clouds
Beaches with seagulls in the sky
No more white gowns, gurneys
Somebody slow down
Relieve some of this pressure
Let's try to focus on some positivity
So much fresher how 'bout it?
No more funerals, no more wakes
No more eulogies, give my birthdays
It's time for first crawl, first tour
First walk
I don't wanna see no homies outlined in chalk
This year is our years
We livin' without fear
But so many folks dying
That the future's never clear
It's cloudy & overcast with the past
It's a reminder
There's nowhere safe for you to hide
'cause death showed behind ya
And if this is God's plan
Then help me understand
'Cause I'm losin' my fade in a world in atom
Man how 'bout a birthday
Not a funeral possession?
We'll party 'til the lights go out
Without question
We're only here to live one time, you know?
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
And how I live my life, they don't control
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
We're only here to live one time, you know?
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
'Til the day I die
You can label me a juggalo
My homeboy's dead, he been gone 3 days
And now I'm with his family
In a funeral parade 'Til the wake
Split stories over chicken and biscuit's
And I contemplate all the
Shit that he's missin'
It's fucked why folks die so young
I bet he had the chance
To get my dry-cleaning done
Oh no here it comes
Guess it's time to get the soup
Instead of the cigars 'cause my
Homie's wife is due
Here's what's true, there's an obituary page
With no section devoted to
New lives being made
Sad to say, easy to see when you look
The birth rates decline while the
Death rates off the hook
Bad news, so much fuckin' bad news
What the fuck is the matter
With these sad fools?
Nobody cares what they buildin'
Just what they tearin' down
It's hard time on your spine
It's heavy on your mind to carry 'round
Tell me 'bout what's coming
Fuck what's goin' drama we already knowin'
Bodies fallin', whistle blowin'
Show me what's alive & growin'
Tell me about the trees reachin' the sunshine
Tell me about some soldiers coming home safe
Just one time let somebody blind look around
Let the deaf hear a sound
How 'bout a hidden treasure found?
Spread some fuckin' pleasure round
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
BOO! That's like 2 in a row too
With more to go through
Show me some white clouds
Beaches with seagulls in the sky
No more white gowns, gurneys
Somebody slow down
Relieve some of this pressure
Let's try to focus on some positivity
So much fresher how 'bout it?
No more funerals, no more wakes
No more eulogies, give my birthdays
It's time for first crawl, first tour
First walk
I don't wanna see no homies outlined in chalk
This year is our years
We livin' without fear
But so many folks dying
That the future's never clear
It's cloudy & overcast with the past
It's a reminder
There's nowhere safe for you to hide
'cause death showed behind ya
And if this is God's plan
Then help me understand
'Cause I'm losin' my fade in a world in atom
Man how 'bout a birthday
Not a funeral possession?
We'll party 'til the lights go out
Without question