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Caskets
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Caskets was released on January 12, 2020 by TraylorMade Records as a part of the album Introvert
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Release DateJanuary 12, 2020
LabelTraylorMade Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Credits

Lyrics

Cold days, dark mornings, heart pouring, all of us mourning
Never got past the last memorial, so I'm hand pouring
'Cause I'm gripped with torment, I miss the boring
Days of snoring, don't call till twelve, all night we're soaring
Looking forward to the morning, 'cause the dream I had
I wake up, realize that years have passed
Nights of loneliness, skeletons only
To talk to, but they don't talk, they can console me
Let the bottle hold me, let go, control me
Till I see the homie, I'll be living so free
Uncomforting, an empty comforting
That's an old verse, but it doesn't feel like it's been
All this time, all these years
And I still miss my friends
I hate the fact that I know what it feels like
To carry a casket with your friend inside
I hate the fact that I know what it feels like
I hate the fact that I know what it feels like
To carry a casket with your friend inside
I know what it feels like
To see your mom cry
All these years, I still haven't recovered
The wounds heal, but the scars are another
Story to the movie where the hero's undiscovered
'Cause the young was buried by the mother
Eternal slumber in a somber summer
Can't rinse the pavement with the junkie's numbness
Lifeless body, soul, revenge is absent
Past is as if anything could quench the savage beside envy
But there's no resurrection, no second coming
No interjections, no take-backs
No matter what you're professing
And that's a lesson life taught with aggression
A cold complexion and death's reflection
We were just two-stepping, now we're death's lesson
Time didn't lessen the hurt to know you're stuck in the dirt
And never get to meet my family
Every day I see your face on the shirt and facing the earth
Knowing you would never see the man that we
All became a horrible thing, I hear your name
And all the pain comes like it was yesterday
All in the game, all they can ever say
But all this weight is more than one should have to take
Never saw a man cry till I saw a man die
Looking in the lifeless eyes while saying goodbye
It's a constant conflict on the spinning comet
It can make you vomit from a scene that's common
No way to sweep up cobwebs, hope we meet again
But I hate to talk
I hate the fact that I know what it feels like
To carry a casket with a friend inside
I hate the fact that I know what it feels like
I hate the fact that I know what it feels like
To carry a casket with a friend inside
I know what it feels like
To see your mom cry
Written by: Jeremy Alan Stotz
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