KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Dead Body lyrics

A dead body washes up beside me
Another soul floats away so quietly
The waves crash the sand and
The sun is shining the breeze blows lightly
It all seems untimely

I used to want to know him
Wondered if we had the same mannerisms
My mother said he was charming
Knew how to handle women kept some money
Then she said he drove rigs or something
Ideal gig
Being he left us and kept it trucking
If it wasn't for these memoriеs
He left me nothing
Most arе hazy but some I see vividly
Some I can even feel like him lifting
Me in the air then kissing me
His mustache hair tickling my cheek
Dark skin with a fro, parking lot Joe
Brown bag over his Blackberry Brandy
Bullshitting with his guys
He kept a deck of cards handy
I guess I got lost in the shuffle
Got some family I never met
A brother and sister that I ain't
Even seen in a picture
They would never guess
That they little bro's the
Best secret ever kept
Over the years I imagined how
They might have looked less
And less Sometimes I wondered if
You wondered about me
Your little bastard from Brooklyn
Turned out wonderful, how
Could he just Leave and never call
Never pop up on me? As a dad I kinda want to
Hear your side of the story, but
At one winter
Me and moms was eating Thanksgiving dinner
And got that call you was no longer with us
Ain't know you well enough to
Say that hurt me
On Thanksgiving though Probably a sign that I
Ain't need to know a jive turkey word

A dead body washes up beside me
Another soul floats away so quietly
The waves crash the sand and
The sun is shining the breeze blows lightly
It all seems untimely

Dead body the city is insane
The city is in pain
I get sentimental when it rain dead body
Cause, I'm in memory lane
You walking on a different plane
I miss you since you became a dead body
My father is gone, dead
My auntie is gone, dead
My cousins are gone, dead
My homies are gone, dead
My granny is gone, dead how do I go on? How?
Do they live in this song? yeah
Dear Holy Father
What did all the drama in our lives show you?
Is it a live show you watch?
Are we actors for God's Roku?
What is the real meaning of problems
And trauma your child go through?
I wrote you a song and I hope
I'm not just talking to Pro Tools
When my uncle died I was by his side
He died in Cedars-Sinai just like
Biggie and Pop Smoke
When me and my pop spoke
He was on his last leg
I was in the studio, he was on his death bed
Then he flat-lined true story

A dead body washes up beside me
Another soul floats away so quietly
The waves crash the sand and
The sun is shining the breeze blows lightly
It all seems untimely

Dead body