Tanya Morgan - Eulogy lyrics

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Times are changing

It might sound strange and

Things ain't the way that they used to be

Used to be crazy

The feeling's gone and they set

The impossible mission

That's just some fucking excuse to me

Excuse to me baby

Things gonna change

The listed has news to me

News to me baby

Flowers on a grave

Since we're dead and gone

Here's a eulogy baby

I got a call the other day

From an unknown number

Picked up and a familiar voice

On the other end

Ironic words ain't it?

Cause something else sparked

At the point that you departed

Hit me right in the heart y

You always had me at hello you know

The kind of person that you can't tell no

Why them two little letters

So hard to put together

When you don't it feel bad

When you do it's no better

Things change all the time

Like the number that the call was from

Memories forgotten but life goes on

The world spins differently

When you get, get, getting it

It probably made the sunshine brighter, didn't it?

But all things good must tip ain't sweat it

Shine couldn't rust even if you don't let it

Change is the constant

It's painfully obvious

Especially when you hear

From a friend who ain't called since when?

Times are changing

It might sound strange and

Things ain't the way that they used to be

Used to be crazy

The feeling's gone and they set

The impossible mission

That's just some fucking excuse to me

Excuse to me baby

Things gonna change

The listed has news to me

News to me baby

Flowers on a grave

Since we're dead and gone

Here's a eulogy baby

Yeah 718 when the guns still come

They up in the game thing

Either get away or make vanity plate

Seems the family's deteriorating

Couldn't make Google

But you made that state thing

Who's to say you would've went that way king?

We've had chances

I record 5th grade dances

Both walked in that backwards pain shit

A year later you got jumped in

And I ain't even jumped in son

I was a punk I’m too old for that now

But I wouldn't back down

Knowing for me shit you'd pop the trunk

And that's lyrical now we gotta visit you

For your actions I have remorse

Yet you're still proud when I have remorse

Brother you never left my thoughts it's me

Times are changing

It might sound strange and

Things ain't the way that they used to be

Used to be crazy

The feeling's gone and they set

The impossible mission

That's just some fucking excuse to me

Excuse to me baby

Things gonna change

The listed has news to me

News to me baby

Flowers on a grave

Since we're dead and gone

Here's a eulogy baby