Ill Kid Format - Illest Eulogy lyrics

[SuperTanzi] To my man Rick Routines we used to kick Every time you used to battle me You told me I should quit But nah kid, I stayed on that obnoxious Fake sh**, mob sh** You told me it was toxic I lost it, but then you got it right back You remember those fly chicks we used to mack And those stacks You used to try to jack But somehow I always stayed away from all that But yo this was round the time When everything was wack My Dad was telling me I had to pack My sh** into the UHAUL And then its like the mood all just changed up It's like we never came up In the same place You choose a mandate to make paps While I read and studies lessons You started counting mad bank and collecting Never stressing the herbal was your essence I hadn't seen or heard from you in 5 years And in my life I'm trying to keep my mind clear That's why I cried tears of joy When I moved from the rank of unemployed And now I stand poised as the artist But memories could be the hardest Like just last night I kinda had to catch fright They locked you up And caught you with the f**ing black light And as I ponder How two lives could so diverge I put it on the mic So as to give it words [BMAN] Welcome World! Welcome all you boys and girls, girls especially This is to thee cause there's no better muse for a melody Than to see your eyes light up Singing too you at my bedside With a manner that they don't teach in medical school Cause it'd be violating privacy rules I want to cure you of all your ills Want to make your life forever pleasure So we can sit back and chill But I can't cause I'm a weak man And by that I mean I'm a man So my weakness was planned by a higher power I suppose that like a flower blooms I a**ume I'm working towards a moment That justifies this pending doom I'm thinking now I'm drinking now I'm drunk Smell like a skunk In lust Cause my pheremones have their own little home Where they come and go out of my control Pulsating from my soul And right now the signals a direct hit Trying to activate your two leg drive on that stick shift First we bolt at a high speed A little nervousness, a little hungry greed Then we gotta slow it all down on occasion To enjoy the signts and the sounds That we miss in our racing But time is a-wasting so we can't dilly dally all day In child's play Hit the full throttle as we head to the pinacle And for that instant life is a miracle