Issue No 107 Eulogy Lyrics
Eulogy by Issue No. 107
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
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