CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : ChampagneInTheGraveyard
Medieval madness, I practice with all you b*st*rds
Lay 'em on a rack, now I'm cracking up as they passin'
Ash 'em like tobacco, I cash in and then I stack 'em
They wonder how it happened now I'm enveloped in madness
Champagne in the graveyard, toast to the KR's
Two twelves in the trunk banging like a AR
I gotta thank ya'll for helping me take off
Yet to truly try, cause I know if I did I'd break ya'll
Down to sediment, problem let's settle it
You need to stop sipping and popping all of them sedatives
That sh*t don't heal you
That sh*t won't help you
That sh*t just break you
And put you in hell, true
Been speaking this for years
A lot of people laughed
Till they laying on they back knowing this breath's the last
I wouldn't wish that on any human
Only thing I'm concerned about is bringing the music
The original hundred SESH songs stay on repeatedly
The ones that nobody’s heard, I bump 'em religiously
The guideline to this sh*t that I now bring you
You ain't gotta try when you know that it's in you
Garage nights, Double wide-wraps, double stuffed
That was the recipe for the sh*t that we bump
Old news, cold tunes, and gold jewels
Scholar like shoes, Young Duke in a suit
Pocket watch ticking, Sweater untucked
They say it's preparation, I say that it's dumb luck
No such thing as fate when you don't give a f**k
White Punk On Dope coming straight up out the dump
Lay 'em on a rack, now I'm cracking up as they passin'
Ash 'em like tobacco, I cash in and then I stack 'em
They wonder how it happened now I'm enveloped in madness
Champagne in the graveyard, toast to the KR's
Two twelves in the trunk banging like a AR
I gotta thank ya'll for helping me take off
Yet to truly try, cause I know if I did I'd break ya'll
Down to sediment, problem let's settle it
You need to stop sipping and popping all of them sedatives
That sh*t don't heal you
That sh*t won't help you
That sh*t just break you
And put you in hell, true
Been speaking this for years
A lot of people laughed
Till they laying on they back knowing this breath's the last
I wouldn't wish that on any human
Only thing I'm concerned about is bringing the music
The original hundred SESH songs stay on repeatedly
The ones that nobody’s heard, I bump 'em religiously
The guideline to this sh*t that I now bring you
You ain't gotta try when you know that it's in you
Garage nights, Double wide-wraps, double stuffed
That was the recipe for the sh*t that we bump
Old news, cold tunes, and gold jewels
Scholar like shoes, Young Duke in a suit
Pocket watch ticking, Sweater untucked
They say it's preparation, I say that it's dumb luck
No such thing as fate when you don't give a f**k
White Punk On Dope coming straight up out the dump
