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Secret Funeral
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John McNaughton
John McNaughton
Songwriter
Ryan Howell
Ryan Howell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Howell
Ryan Howell
Recording Engineer
Kilgore Doubt
Kilgore Doubt
Producer
Willie Green
Willie Green
Mastering Engineer
Apt. B Productions
Apt. B Productions
Mixing Engineer
The GreenHouse Recording Co.
The GreenHouse Recording Co.
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well can you tell me what is left when it all falls Ain't no blaming someone else like it's y'all fault I just do it for myself like i'm all boss Nah, never talk to pigs, know no Boss Hoggs At least decade doing shows down south bet A handful of homies still ain't made it out yet I don't blame em, i just wished they'd never doubt that Overseas we'd be a household name like a house pet, how bout dat I been running uphill chain smoking cigarettes tryna find a lung I been down bad so long, it's the same old song Every time i think i'll probably find the one, huh If you can't tell the difference, i can't help it hits different I ain't trippin, i'm just kicking it for fun, yea It's like the paint smell hitting and some brain cells missing You insisting i ain't killing shit or some (what) son Hopping off of that Coltrane, that blue train, that old flame Hopping into a new whip with a new twist, whole shebang Dang homie you doing shit, yea i know it's so insane Voicemail when that phone rang, ya boy excel at his own thang Yea and when we make it probably say i sold my soul to satan I can take it i ain't playin, illuminati in the basement They cloning Kanye, i'm waiting on my replacement Break out of the matrix with a facelift, you basic Don't need no loose ends cut em loose Don't need no new friends, who is you Nah, i don't do trends, i'm the truth Codefendant stuffed the drugs in his shoe, lucky you Just point me to jug with the juice No tears just suds in the brews No fear i'm in love with the view I'm only coming down for a few, who's coming through I been running uphill chain smoking cigarettes tryna find a lung I been down bad so long, it's the same old song Every time think i'll probably find the one, huh And if you can't tell the difference, i can't help it hits different I ain't trippin, i'm just kicking it for fun, yea It's like the paint smell hitting and some brain cells missing You insisting i ain't killing shit or some (huh) son
Writer(s): John Mcnaughton, Ryan Howell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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