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Eulogy (John Doe The First)

Album: John Doe The First Durasi: 3:30

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Thank you all for coming won't make this all for nothing

I witnessed John Doe my whole life now Mayhem's all that's coming

The anger, calm, the fucking

Pain the love the buttons

Pressed and played on repeat it made John Doe a puppet

Master yanking on those fucking

Strings and changing moods like clothing

I ain't never wanted that damn raging contradiction

So I killed him off this album this mixtape is all or nothing

Hated by who loved him to some graves are just redundant

Cause He's been dead for years depending on who plays your honor

Fake like you control my life insane if you think imma

Fold aces when I got em nah bitch raise it till I'm all in

Cyclothymia toxic but I'm radioactive on this

His mind state's made of double crosses it raises some more problems

They say that it's a process today I save my progress

He ain't the man you thought bitch they think that they knew John yet yuh

Everybody speaking states a different tale honest

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Some claim he was a God but the Atheists are bothered

Maybe he's just honest

Yuh Maybe he's a hot head

Meditation helped him but the snakes are in the garden

You portrayed the kind of self esteem that scared sheep back in corrals

You payed the price they hate to see you make yourself some dollars

You made me me I'm grateful but the pain you bring is stronger

I know you'll never quite leave me but maybe things ain't harder

How do you mourne someone born for their legacy

The metaphorical morgue ain't the enemy

'Cross the headstone reads the death to toxicity

The contradicting conflicts are gone e- eventually

Never understood it till I was was 17

Nice jab mean hook mood swings keep hitting me

Harm you hoes a heart of gold articles was sent to me

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Bi polar I won't give an Iota eye rolling

Till I look at my motives King shit or am I no one

I'm full of myself till my mind's slower lines doubled

You don't want my nine loaded talk about a mind blower

Never been one to sugarcoat all my feelings

Just one crumby month old bullet hole in my ceiling

That's that John Doe talking and you wonder why he's t- too deceased

That toxic double crosses conflicts inside some of you and me

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy

Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what