St. Patrick

Looking back I can't believe I missed my Grandma's funeral

Wasn't no excuses but still I gave the usual

Now I'm really missing her, I need restitution but

To say it weren't my own fault's really just delusional

Last night when I was sleeping had a feeling that I'd lose it all

Then I woke up to your smile it was beautiful

You said you don't feel love the feeling's mutual

So now I'm tryna C my X just like the Roman numerals

My bro's in the field like subbuteo

He'll send you up to paradise like Coolio

Heard she got bodies but I'm not too bothered

Cos at least she's still a cutie though