TIME

Life is such a beautiful picture until it ain't

We wanna' live in color but death has a funny way

To dry yo' paint

Leaving the corners of yo' canvas blank

Until we stiffen like paper maché

We all gotta palette of morbid matters to try and balance

Ducking the splatter

Ain't no dodging the Reaper's capture

So we scatter to nearest liquor store

And leave it for our livers to absorb

The pain we pour by the pint or the quart

Skipping court in the morning

So I'll probably have a warrant by noon

But I'm still hungover the moon

And my eyes look like typhoons

You died sooner than I assumed

The local news at your fune holding interviews

At inopportune times

Pass me the moonshine

So I can take a swig

Petitioning for kin to resurrect like come again

Ever since you kicked the bucket I been out here cluckin'

Selling chicken dinners with a cola soda

Whatever the cost to cross you over

To the other side where the Lord resides

Or the devil dwells

If I die before I wake

Please speak well of my name

I ain't ever say that I was a saint

But I hope you see beauty in the pictures I paint

If I die before I wake

Please speak well of my name

I ain't ever say that I was a saint

But I hope you see the beauty

It's only money for our memories and some candy yams at the repass

Because the coffin cost 3 stacks

But we glad to do it

So we macaroni cheese for cameras despite the damage done

Running round the kitchen like chickens with missing heads

Pouring liq' for the dead

On the plot where they're buried

Building credit card debt

For the heck of it

Keeping up with them Jeffersons

My depression is so evident

'Cos you ain't ever coming back and I lack a lot understanding

Life is so demanding

Like why I gotta have the right reactions