TIME (feat. Shenel Johns)
Life is such a beautiful picture until it ain't
We wanna' live in color but death has a funny way
To dry yo' paint
Leaving the corners of yo' canvas blank
Until we stiffen like paper maché
We all gotta palette of morbid matters to try and balance
Ducking the splatter
Ain't no dodging the Reaper's capture
So we scatter to nearest liquor store
And leave it for our livers to absorb
The pain we pour by the pint or the quart
Skipping court in the morning
So I'll probably have a warrant by noon
But I'm still hungover the moon
And my eyes look like typhoons
You died sooner than I assumed
The local news at your fune holding interviews
At inopportune times
Pass me the moonshine
So I can take a swig
Petitioning for kin to resurrect like come again
Ever since you kicked the bucket I been out here cluckin'
Selling chicken dinners with a cola soda
Whatever the cost to cross you over
To the other side where the Lord resides
Or the devil dwells
If I die before I wake
Please speak well of my name
I ain't ever say that I was a saint
But I hope you see beauty in the pictures I paint
If I die before I wake
Please speak well of my name
I ain't ever say that I was a saint
But I hope you see the beauty
It's only money for our memories and some candy yams at the repass
Because the coffin cost 3 stacks
But we glad to do it
So we macaroni cheese for cameras despite the damage done
Running round the kitchen like chickens with missing heads
Pouring liq' for the dead
On the plot where they're buried
Building credit card debt
For the heck of it
Keeping up with them Jeffersons
My depression is so evident
'Cos you ain't ever coming back and I lack a lot understanding
Life is so demanding
Like why I gotta have the right reactions
When they offer condolence
In the heat of the moment
While the casket is open
I was hoping it was just another dream
Inspired by a Tarantino scene, but it seems
I'm gulping pulp fiction
A 5th of liquor sipping from a pill addiction
My God
If I die before I wake
Please speak well of my name
I ain't ever say that I was a saint
But I hope you see beauty in the pictures I paint
If I die before I wake
Please speak well of my name
I ain't ever say that I was a saint
But I hope you see the beauty
Aye
From creation to cremation
We all fallen and flawed
Creatures craving the truth before our fateful expiration
Proper nouns navigating improper places
People and things that rehash tragedy
Hoping loved ones lives happily
Ever after afterlife concludes
Therefore be sure to choose
Which of the two masters you're after
It's time
We wanna' live in color but death has a funny way
To dry yo' paint
Leaving the corners of yo' canvas blank
Until we stiffen like paper maché
We all gotta palette of morbid matters to try and balance
Ducking the splatter
Ain't no dodging the Reaper's capture
So we scatter to nearest liquor store
And leave it for our livers to absorb
The pain we pour by the pint or the quart
Skipping court in the morning
So I'll probably have a warrant by noon
But I'm still hungover the moon
And my eyes look like typhoons
You died sooner than I assumed
The local news at your fune holding interviews
At inopportune times
Pass me the moonshine
So I can take a swig
Petitioning for kin to resurrect like come again
Ever since you kicked the bucket I been out here cluckin'
Selling chicken dinners with a cola soda
Whatever the cost to cross you over
To the other side where the Lord resides
Or the devil dwells
If I die before I wake
Please speak well of my name
I ain't ever say that I was a saint
But I hope you see beauty in the pictures I paint
If I die before I wake
Please speak well of my name
I ain't ever say that I was a saint
But I hope you see the beauty
It's only money for our memories and some candy yams at the repass
Because the coffin cost 3 stacks
But we glad to do it
So we macaroni cheese for cameras despite the damage done
Running round the kitchen like chickens with missing heads
Pouring liq' for the dead
On the plot where they're buried
Building credit card debt
For the heck of it
Keeping up with them Jeffersons
My depression is so evident
'Cos you ain't ever coming back and I lack a lot understanding
Life is so demanding
Like why I gotta have the right reactions
When they offer condolence
In the heat of the moment
While the casket is open
I was hoping it was just another dream
Inspired by a Tarantino scene, but it seems
I'm gulping pulp fiction
A 5th of liquor sipping from a pill addiction
My God
If I die before I wake
Please speak well of my name
I ain't ever say that I was a saint
But I hope you see beauty in the pictures I paint
If I die before I wake
Please speak well of my name
I ain't ever say that I was a saint
But I hope you see the beauty
Aye
From creation to cremation
We all fallen and flawed
Creatures craving the truth before our fateful expiration
Proper nouns navigating improper places
People and things that rehash tragedy
Hoping loved ones lives happily
Ever after afterlife concludes
Therefore be sure to choose
Which of the two masters you're after
It's time
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Orlando Watson Ii
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