derrick branch – cemeteries lyrics
cemeteries
early in the morning countin’ bands
holdin’ cemeteries in my hands, yeh
they don’t understand us
they just in they bag ya
i am such a fan yeah
hope you never change
early in the morning countin’ bands
cemeteries all in my hands, yeh
they don’t understand us
they just in they bag ya e ya ya
yeh, hey
creepin ya
you dead like me, were just so parallel
i want you here with me
foreign whip high speed
closed eyes i still stay awake
faded we faded baby
every night i be litter than the moon yeah yeah
paper chase that’s the only things we do yeah yeah huh
crack open a curtain
i saw stars up in her face
then i say, oh my gawd baby
your the f-cking sh-t
yeah e yeah
your the pole on my side
a hunnit a hunnit a hunnit a hunnit a hunnit
yeah e yeah
i love yo deadly vibe
im not afraid to hide yeah
yeah e yeah
huh
you put me into the ground
sadboi you hit a stain on me
huh
i’m tired, yeah hey
early in the morning countin’ bands
hold in cemeteries in my hands. yeh
they don’t understand us
they just in they bag ya
i am such a fan yeah
hope you never change
early in the morning countin’ bands
cemeteries all in my hand. yeh
they don’t understand us
they just in they bag ya e ya ya
north karter ey
my pocket cemeteries filled em up with dead prezis
ain’t no time for bs on my rolly iced out bezzy
through the day on the block getting wap like fetti
through the night in the club money fall down like confetti, yeah
you claim that you f-ck with me heavy
you say that you f-ck with me heavy yeah
(yeah yeah)
you got show me isss some truth to it
money i be glued to it
no i’m not no new student
in these streets i really do this
you tryna play with my mind
and have a n-gg- clueless
i can’t get played on by no broad
be out here looking student
to catch a young n-gg- slipping might have to slip a ruffy
if you ain’t down with the dead f-ck it we chuck the deuces
money on me
everything i want it, i got it, i own it
man
don’t got no opponents
im just in this grave chillin’ wit my dead homies
dead homies yeah yeah
early in the morning countin’ bands
hold in cemeteries in my hands. yeh
they don’t understand us
they just in they bag, ya
i am such a fan yeah
hope you never change
early in the morning countin’ bands
cemeteries all in my hand. yeh
they don’t understand us
they just in they bag ya e ya ya
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