I get higher and lower Holdin' hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in the graveyard machine Like a tired soldier With nothin' to shoot I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe To want

I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave: you dealin' with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die This is for the soldiers that see the sun at midnight, ya dig Let me slow down

When our lives are over and all that remains Are our skulls and bones let's take it to the grave And hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms I'll be buried here with you And I'll hold in these hands all that remains When all of our friends are dead

There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you Dig my grave with a silver spade Every link in my Jesus name Ever hear that church bell tone When I'm dead don't grieve for me Come right here and put flowers on my grave See that my grave is kept clean

You say you want From the cradle to the grave When all I want is you You all I want is Diamonds on a ring of gold Your story to remain untold But all the promises we make You say you'll give me A highway with no one on it

If I can't bring you to my house I'll bring my house to you So come on hitch your wagon Water and electric and a place to drain the septic Any KOA is A-OK as long as I'm with you To the living room I'm draggin' It don't matter where we go We'll never be

(Bury us all) My time to stand This is my chance This is our chance I see them coming with shrouds to bury us all Before we were, before we were born they shaped our lives Leading us into an unmarked grave in moments Moments life could end so I will

When you finally get to the top Yeah you’re getting too close to me With all your negativity Just get lost So why you gotta interfere Just keep climbing that mountain, your dirty tricks You sure look pretty in your glass house You probably think you’re

If I lose it, watch me do it, bet I come up with Another hundred ways Hunnid ways to get it everyday Only catch me resting in my grave I'm too busy counting numbers Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid ways Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid I ain't always had it From my

What's happenin', man This T.I.P., you know I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three You know what I'm saying? I