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skrub – love me at my funeral lyrics

i put my heart and soul
into this page when
the pen and pads gripped
but lately its like
i’ve lost motivation
for this rap bis
and if i loose
some friends with that
then i ain’t giving rap sh-t
my mind stay sharper
than what i’ve had
my back stabbed with

still drinking liquor
still feeling high
off hash ticked
thinking back to stealing
whatever to trade
for that hit
never tried to be
open about it
but if the shoe fits
then f-ck it
i put the whole outfit
on it matched
its a windy road
but im stubborn
and try drive alone
i’m spending nights at home
wondering why i am
like this though
cause i dont know
what’s going on
inside my dome
but i’ve been feeling different
ever since the day
my uncle went
and tied the rope
and i been feeling different
since i barely
hit the microphone
or write a flow
feeling like i’m loosing fans
by the moment
i might be broken
or i guess
i could be paranoid
but either way
its kinda feeling like
i don’t have a choice
when i was a youngun
the goal that i had
was stack the coin
but it didn’t fill
the relationships
thats its had destroyed
i’m having voices saying
that my banks
in debt and that
parents send me cash
and then gotta work
and try get it back
keep on telling em
i’m working on some sh-t
to get on track
every alb-m
saying this the one
but it never happens

i’m sorry to my homies
that i haven’t
messaged back
i guess i been
a little busy
finding where
my head is at
its got me
wondering where
i went the f-ck wrong
probably the fact
my main warriors
where to get
my next blood from
or what’s the next
bottle of booze
i can get drunk on
with blurry visions
of my room
writing stupid love songs

like d-mn
i hate this sh-t
why’d i even
date that b-tch
can never take the hint
i was too busy
trying to take a hit
but who the f-ck
ever thought that love
could be
a hateful thing
to waste the time
hurt me more
than the situation did
i guess it make me sick
but its just the usual
they’ll hate me
as i live
but wouldn’t love me
at my funeral
and what the f-ck
is beautiful
when all you see
is ugliness
i try to come
yo grips with it
but always end
up the slip
and this ain’t
for sympathy
give a f-ck about
some coffin sh-t
all i need
is my beats
pen, paper and
a couple spliffs

been times i reached
for the blade
to try and cut up with
but it didn’t do sh-t
just made me wonder
why the f-ck i did
i’m used to being
a sunken ship
but i always sail again
i might be
a f-ck up
but i ain’t
gonna be
a failure yet
i’d rather be
laid to rest
even if the
price is blood
sweat and tears
along the way
then i’m gonna have
to pay the debt

- skrub lyrics

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