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Album: The Irene Niau Project
Hook
Welcome to my funeral, I'm dead like I'm supposed to be/ the styles unusual, His bloods all over me/ I got to die, looking for the life I want in Adonai/ I promise I , never want this life so I got to die
Vs.1
OK(ay,ay,ay,ay) I took I knife to my flesh homes/ so when I say I slit my wrists, I ain't talking about a flesh wound/ I'm from Southside north Tenn, so I step through/ I walk like I'm out of this world, yeah Neptune/ God took my faith and subsided it, crucified in Him/ told Fade I'm down for riding, its violent I'm about that wyling kid/ I'm for that 1st degree, killing the sin that lurks in me/ the same God that merked defeat, merked the grave and rose in three/ I'm sa(ay,ay,ay,ved) so I'm on my grind like roller sk(ay,ay,ates) I'm following by fa(ay, aith) redemption can't be swayed/ I move without swagger see, Christ is my confidence, He said here murder the flesh I just polished this/ His word penetrated my lips, hollow tips/ and faith comes by hearing of the word, yeah the Fathers lips/ so if it looks like I'm in need of a coffin/ it's like I told Clay, I'm a dead man walking
Hook
Welcome to my funeral, I'm dead like I'm supposed to be/ the styles unusual, His bloods all over me/ I gotta die, looking for the life I want in Adonai/ I promise I , never want this life so I gotta die x2
Vs.2
It's a north Tenn, dc connect like outlets/ mesh like outfits, we dogs like house pets/ Christ siders. Night riders. God squad type of flow/ doctrine over beats, hit the streets, like when rillo's rolled/ we drink from His blood like Dracula, them fangs out/ known to let it bang like when them things out, we stay down/ ay Cory holla at me when your dipping through the block bruh/ I'll be there with my word dressed in my Tennessee naranja/ no ganja rude boy, me come proper/ me Poppa, be in heaven surrounded by the prophets/ not impressed by that gossip, or non-sense/ we spread out like the west coast offense, hawking/ soldiers marching to the target, we marksmen/ with God in our ears like a Walkman, walking/ follow us, we followers, following Him often/ not pressed by them scoffers and squawking, keep talking man
Hook
Welcome to my funeral, I'm dead like I'm supposed to be/ the styles unusual, His bloods all over me/ I gotta die, looking for the life I want in Adonai/ I promise I , never want this life so I gotta die x2
Vs. 3
I picked up the mic, now I'm battling myself/ but I'm confused on which side of me really holds the belt/ because today I forgot to put that gun to my head/ take the gun off of safety, and empty out the clip/ we all know that double minded in our ways is unstable/ but it's not too late to pull the chord, from the navel/ deny your life, stand firm and fight/ don't hop in like kimbo slice, this is gonna take all of your might, pull out the sword, cut it and dice/ the battles still raging, but the war is won/ Christ defeated death, trust in the Son/ the day that our walk with Christ becomes hard/ is the day we put His strength down and picked up ours/ but our flesh won't win, in we in His word/ got the spirit, got the way, got to put Him first/ remember this, we're not of this earth/murder your flesh, I'm next up, welcome to my funeral
Hook
Welcome to my funeral, I'm dead like I'm supposed to be/ the styles unusual, His bloods all over me/ I got to die, looking for the life I want in Adonai/ I promise I , never want this life so I got to die x2
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