I light a spliff for all my fallen comrades in battle
No grieving I get back on the saddle
My face heavy, hands dirty
I'm in need of a shower
My mind races like I'm lost in a river with no paddle
Slow it down,
Think of something good to say
Lay it down and try to go about my day
I've been living in the closed spaces
Under the sun
Not many words that convey the way
I feel like I'm done.
I got my neck above my shoulders,
Gun in holster
My heart feel like a ceiling fan
I feel it creeping closer
I never got a chance to say goodbye
I can't make excuses I had plenty of time
Every day feel like Monday to me
Only time feel alive when I bleed.
Know that you're resting in peace
But I can't fight the thought that
We had more to see
I got texts in my phone that i kept
'Cause I know they ain't gone ring again
Upped and you left now you gone
I don't think I can do this alone
How can your life be deducted to pictures and texts that I kept on my phone
Come back and haunt my humble abode
I'll expect to see you as a ghost
Jose Homicide - a formal expression of grief Lyrics
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I light a spliff for all my fallen comrades in battle
No grieving I get back on the saddle
My face heavy, hands dirty
I'm in need of a shower
My mind races like I'm lost in a river with no paddle
Slow it down,
Think of something good to say
Lay it down and try to go about my day
I've been living in the closed spaces
Under the sun
Not many words that convey the way
I feel like I'm done.
I got my neck above my shoulders,
Gun in holster
My heart feel like a ceiling fan
I feel it creeping closer
I never got a chance to say goodbye
I can't make excuses I had plenty of time
Every day feel like Monday to me
Only time feel alive when I bleed.
Know that you're resting in peace
But I can't fight the thought that
We had more to see
I got texts in my phone that i kept
'Cause I know they ain't gone ring again
Upped and you left now you gone
I don't think I can do this alone
How can your life be deducted to pictures and texts that I kept on my phone
Come back and haunt my humble abode
I'll expect to see you as a ghost
No grieving I get back on the saddle
My face heavy, hands dirty
I'm in need of a shower
My mind races like I'm lost in a river with no paddle
Slow it down,
Think of something good to say
Lay it down and try to go about my day
I've been living in the closed spaces
Under the sun
Not many words that convey the way
I feel like I'm done.
I got my neck above my shoulders,
Gun in holster
My heart feel like a ceiling fan
I feel it creeping closer
I never got a chance to say goodbye
I can't make excuses I had plenty of time
Every day feel like Monday to me
Only time feel alive when I bleed.
Know that you're resting in peace
But I can't fight the thought that
We had more to see
I got texts in my phone that i kept
'Cause I know they ain't gone ring again
Upped and you left now you gone
I don't think I can do this alone
How can your life be deducted to pictures and texts that I kept on my phone
Come back and haunt my humble abode
I'll expect to see you as a ghost
Writer: jose padilla
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