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Funeral
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Funeral was released on May 31, 2019 by Parallel Thought LTD. as a part of the album The Wild End
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Release DateMay 31, 2019
LabelParallel Thought LTD.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tree
Tree
Performer
Parallel Thought
Parallel Thought
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tremaine Johnson
Tremaine Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Parallel Thought
Parallel Thought
Producer

Lyrics

Play this at my funeral
Play this at my funeral
I know it wasn't for you
Couldn't say it to my face so at my funeral
Man, play this at my funeral
I only need a few of ya
To take me to that place
Man, play this at my wake
My mama was biased, the Bulls won my neighborhood riot
Them teachers the Bible, it ain't like we came from the Hyatt
Except for the line 'bout where we got TVs and pliers
She be the highest so I don't see nobody higher
My papa defined the realest **** in his time
And then he went and let us down
The many times he effed around
Yeah he really left us now, thinking
You the man man, drinking
Fifteen, van stealing, sixteens of grand dealing
You the man now even though your mans nem dealing
What if your mans nem stealing?
You gotta kill baby, still keep it real though
I done shot at **** and we still close
Gang gang shit with my steel toes
I done robbed a bank, I was still broke
**** talkin' peace but it's still smoke
Put that shit on Tree, our real folk
Play this at my funeral
Play this at my funeral
I know it wasn't for you
Couldn't say it to my face so at my funeral
Man, play this at my funeral
I only need a few of ya
To take me to that place
Man, play this at my wake
To the bitches in the back, hope you know how to act
My mama here, people came from all over the map
To see his king, one last time
To be seen, one last time
Martin Luther King, I had a dream, one last time
To be the dopest **** ever, I hope I go to heaven
I ain't sell my soul to the devil, I don't fuck with him no way
To them pussy **** in the back, no we don't match
Out here under the hat, I don't fuck with you no way
To my brothers on the front row, you done smoked blunt Joe
Been there from the start, you my heart if you don't know
Been there since that part on the block with them cornrows
Been there in the park in the dark with the gun broke
To my cousins I hope that you find your husbands
I hope that he really love ya, I hope that you don't need nothing, uh
To my friends I hope that you get your ends
And by the time that it ends at least you get you a Benz
To my kids, it is what it is
Daddy left you again just like when he did that bid and
Whatever faith, just stay away from fate
And in my name they disgraced
They couldn't say it to my face though
Play this at my funeral
Play this at my funeral
I know it wasn't for you
Couldn't say it to my face so at my funeral
Man, play this at my funeral
I only need a few of ya
To take me to that place
Man, play this at my wake
Written by: Tremaine Johnson
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