Funerailles De Viz ft. Aminah Cheyenne Lyrics

Let me count the ways It comes and goes

By any name another rose

Might just smell as sweet to another nose

It's just another day I dream another note

So let me count the ways

One two three four one two three

One one two three four one two three

Let me count the ways

One two three four one two three one

One one two three four one two three

I'll be passing through all these notes when your passing over

I'm glad you wrote em too bad it's over

So sad it's Vizzy young Casanova Some tracks are stashed in that backup folder

Some platinum hopefuls Some raspy vocals I might not miss you but I'm glad to know you

And I might dismiss you but I have to show you I can live without you I just wish for closure

Dropping the mic just moment of clarity

Been living my life in a parody

Saying goodbye to you feels so disparaging

I been in the mirror just staring and swearing I won't even care if your there

But it's scary to think of you taking the ferry

And taking you out to the wake and the burial

Laying you down under blankets of merrigolds

And Mary goes round and round and round and we made the best of scenarios

You and BlaK in the booth it was scary If we wasn't the best it was very close

Remember them blanks in the stereo

It was Mark it was Doja and Theriot

We was passing out tapes by the lake they was playing it late on the back of them levee roads

Let me count the ways It comes and goes

By any name another rose

Might just smell as sweet to another nose

It's just another day I dream another note

So let me count the ways

One two three four one two three

One one two three four one two three

Let me count the ways

One two three four one two three one

One one two three four one two three

So then let me start counting the days that I've given you

All the verses I've written

And you'd never know if you listen how much that it hurts when I scribble out all these personal feelings

It ain't been perfect but I did the best with the shit I could work with

It's not a disservice to say I deserve for my jersey to hang in the ceiling

I'm changing the script put my name in the scripture

It's Picasso repainting his pictures

Think it's time for the chef to sit down and enjoy his own plate in the kitchen

Ain't no replacing this rhythm

Ain't no mistakes in the system I know the haters can't wait to say riddance

I know they patiently waiting to mention this latest decision

Tell 'em to stay in they feelings

So what you bout to do without me

These hoes these flows these Os you know these don't come through without me

Long as you can tell the truth about me

Guess it's time for me to just move around and I hope whatever your choosing lets you be you around it

I'm happy you finally found it It's Vizzy I'm out

Let me count the ways It comes and goes

By any name another rose

Might just smell as sweet to another nose

It's just another day I dream another note

So let me count the ways

One two three four one two three

One one two three four one two three

Let me count the ways

One two three four one two three one

One one two three four one two three