Tanya Morgan, Donwill, Von Pea - Eulogy lyrics
[Tanya Morgan, Donwill, Von Pea - Eulogy lyrics]
Times are changin' it might sound strange and
Things ain't the way that they used to be
(it used to be crazy)
The feelings gone and missing
An impossible mission
But this just sounds like an excuse to me
(excuse to me baby)
Things gonna change (change)
And if it has then it's news to me
(news to me baby) flowers on the grave
Since we're dead and gone here's a eulogy
Baby
I got a call the other
Day from an unknown number
Picked up and a familiar voice
On the other 'end' ironic word ain't it
Cause something else starts at the
Point that you depart
It hit me right in the heart
You always had me at "Hello" ya know
The kind of person that you can't tell "No"
Why them two little letters so
Hard to put together
When you don't it feel bad when
You do it's no better
Things change all the time
Like the number that the call was from
Memories forgotten, but life goes on
The world spins different when
You get-get-gettin' it
It probably make the sun shine brighter
Didn't it but all things good must and
Tip ain't sweat it
Shiny could rust even if you don't let it
Change is a constant it's painfully obvious
Especially when you hear from a
Friend who ain't called since when
Yeah, 7 hundred and 18
Where the guns still come they
Up and negate things
Either get away or make vanity plates
Seems the family's deteriorating
Could've made google but you
In that state Bing
Who's to say you wouldn't have went that way
King?
We had chancesi recall 5th grade dances
Both walked in on that backwards pants shit
A year later you got jumped and I ain't
Even jump in son I was a punk
We too old for that now
But, I wouldn't back down
Knowing for me? shit
You'd pop the trunkand that's literal
Now we gotta visit you
For your actions I have remorse
Yet you still proud when I'm in the source
Brother you never left my thoughtsit's me
Things ain't the way that they used to be
(it used to be crazy)
The feelings gone and missing
An impossible mission
But this just sounds like an excuse to me
(excuse to me baby)
Things gonna change (change)
And if it has then it's news to me
(news to me baby) flowers on the grave
Since we're dead and gone here's a eulogy
Baby
I got a call the other
Day from an unknown number
Picked up and a familiar voice
On the other 'end' ironic word ain't it
Cause something else starts at the
Point that you depart
It hit me right in the heart
You always had me at "Hello" ya know
The kind of person that you can't tell "No"
Why them two little letters so
Hard to put together
When you don't it feel bad when
You do it's no better
Things change all the time
Like the number that the call was from
Memories forgotten, but life goes on
The world spins different when
You get-get-gettin' it
It probably make the sun shine brighter
Didn't it but all things good must and
Tip ain't sweat it
Shiny could rust even if you don't let it
Change is a constant it's painfully obvious
Especially when you hear from a
Friend who ain't called since when
Yeah, 7 hundred and 18
Where the guns still come they
Up and negate things
Either get away or make vanity plates
Seems the family's deteriorating
Could've made google but you
In that state Bing
Who's to say you wouldn't have went that way
King?
We had chancesi recall 5th grade dances
Both walked in on that backwards pants shit
A year later you got jumped and I ain't
Even jump in son I was a punk
We too old for that now
But, I wouldn't back down
Knowing for me? shit
You'd pop the trunkand that's literal
Now we gotta visit you
For your actions I have remorse
Yet you still proud when I'm in the source
Brother you never left my thoughtsit's me