Lyrics:
Texas Funeral

Here I am lost in the wind 'Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song

(chorus) I made a choice that seems to be the right one Unlike the many I have done, to become, Your splintered body I simply took the proper time to

Here I am lost in the wind 'Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song

Here I am lost in the wind 'Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song

' cuz somebody boy dyin' It's the same ol' s*** Wait till the funeral Same ol' trip Crack money rap money The same ol' grip As Trae could've smiled out in Texas

left me for the postman, now she send me letters I got a bottle of Grand Monet, drinkin' in the stairway With the wizard Kool Keith, and I'm SPORTIN my rhymes Funeral

[Incomprehensible] I just bought me a Coupe De ville Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas

head off and leave errthing' else which nigga in this mothafucka attitude like, which nigga in this mothafucka? young boss, young carter you dont like it you can meet me at the funeral

keep a fightin' the bulls and savin' us hard ridin' fools I was down in the well and hung in my rope in a show in old west Texas town The man who saved