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[Hook:] |
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Lacrimosa |
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Tis is all so serious |
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Come, Holy Spirit |
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Stay with me always |
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Somehow my true love |
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The tears on my face |
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[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:] |
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Now-now-now-now people cussing and bussing |
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They get nothing but in the ground when they blown out |
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Oh wow, tell me how he got the stubborn, he tough and |
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He was young with a grown mouth |
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Zoned out cause my mother is gone, how |
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Simply would he send me with the alone route |
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Going out, to the studio hitting the Don Julio |
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My duty go if I'm moody yo, get up and get the song out |
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My angel fades, then came more rage |
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And even though Strange still pays, something inside of me saying it ain't yo days |
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My religion, walking away |
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My prediction, lost in the gray |
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I'm thinkin' the holy spirit don't really wanna hear it |
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So people who givin' me evil, they all finna pay |
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Anybody really want it, I'm a get dirty when a demon is my opponent |
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Feeling froggy any moment, know you will never be the owner because I'm on it |
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Losing mama, really did it, demons really gonna get it |
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I'm looking for the light, I'm asking you open and losing all of my inner good and the hope with it |
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[Hook:] |
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Lacrimosa (Inside I'm weeping) |
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Tis is all so serious (Constantly seeking) |
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Come Holy Spirit |
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Stay with me always |
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Somehow my true love |
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The tears on my face |
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[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne:] |
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I don't wanna hear no punk say 'Weirdo' |
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If you ain't in my circle, then you're not even near, bro |
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Here go the fear though, getting Makzilla and my killas in the villa to make a racket in your ear go |
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(Blam-blam-blam-blam) |
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That is severe mode, bodies I'm not even with the jolly |
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My tears go down-my-face, yeah |
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But I'm switching the gears, yo |
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Got on the plane to Colorado, I go to hit the Summer Jam, then momma tomorrow |
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Thinking the Lord will give me time while I'm in 'Vado |
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To say I love her before the Bible go hollow |
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(Gone-gone-gone-gone) |
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My show was sorrow, needed a little bit of mo' time to borrow |
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(My-time's- up) |
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Man, steady talking to God, so I don't - get it |
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Thought I was special enough for God to be with it |
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By giving me another day with my mother, but I missed it |
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But rocking with Denver said in her name, I'm a rip this |
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(Done-done-done-done) |
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This ain't no way to be, hella jaded, see, but I'm created |
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My mother left me, but her death ain't okay with me |
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Still I'm praying for her spirit to stay with me |
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[Hook x2:] |
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Lacrimosa (Outside I'm weeping) |
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Tis is all so serious (Still I am seeking) |
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Come, Holy Spirit |
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Stay with me always |
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[Outro - Tech N9ne:] |
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When you interview me, I don't wanna talk about this |
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I don't denounce God in any way |
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I just feel my mother's suffering was too great for how much she worshipped |