Goretex - Eulogy lyrics
[Goretex - Eulogy lyrics]
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
Mind is a desert
Sorting through old pictures of letters
Portrait's of people are buried
In cemeteries in sweaters
The legendary young G
I used to hang with the convent
My pops fucked up his marriage cause he
Was banging his cousin and trafficking coke
My little homie Max, he caught scars
He got mowed down
Dragged three hundred feet under
A fucking car
Industrial brooms to sweep up the blood
Picking up his teeth I
Couldn't see his grill, it was stuck
Retarded, never made it back to school
It's real to a coffin
My Uncle Bernie had his bitch
Killed for stealing his fortune
Blazin' it wig
I remember the pain in the crib was often
Ever since then I've been lost 'cause
Now I'm big in extortion
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
Pain killers, shrooms and smoke
Hexagrams and cloaks
Witches' tit's, this clique surrender
We salute the Goat
Twenty years up in the hood
I know the do's and don'ts
I buried my homie
You're polo gassing or they could vote
It's like purgatory
The ghost of my crib be acting spiteful
Rules to my keys
Taking the TV off when the lights to
Moving things used to be skeptic
Until I seen their wings
Seventy-two hours to live
The mothership of all kings we get stabbed
Dreamt about being on tour with rap
'84 Pumas
Increased leaves with airbrushed caps
Pure militants with visions
No escape like Dillinger
I renaissance spit in our face
Methods for killing ya
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
Mind is a desert
Sorting through old pictures of letters
Portrait's of people are buried
In cemeteries in sweaters
The legendary young G
I used to hang with the convent
My pops fucked up his marriage cause he
Was banging his cousin and trafficking coke
My little homie Max, he caught scars
He got mowed down
Dragged three hundred feet under
A fucking car
Industrial brooms to sweep up the blood
Picking up his teeth I
Couldn't see his grill, it was stuck
Retarded, never made it back to school
It's real to a coffin
My Uncle Bernie had his bitch
Killed for stealing his fortune
Blazin' it wig
I remember the pain in the crib was often
Ever since then I've been lost 'cause
Now I'm big in extortion
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
Pain killers, shrooms and smoke
Hexagrams and cloaks
Witches' tit's, this clique surrender
We salute the Goat
Twenty years up in the hood
I know the do's and don'ts
I buried my homie
You're polo gassing or they could vote
It's like purgatory
The ghost of my crib be acting spiteful
Rules to my keys
Taking the TV off when the lights to
Moving things used to be skeptic
Until I seen their wings
Seventy-two hours to live
The mothership of all kings we get stabbed
Dreamt about being on tour with rap
'84 Pumas
Increased leaves with airbrushed caps
Pure militants with visions
No escape like Dillinger
I renaissance spit in our face
Methods for killing ya
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please, kill me