Times are changing, it might sound strange and
Things ain't the way that they used to be
USED TO BE CRAZY
The feeling's gone and they set the impossible mission
That's just some fucking excuse to me, excuse to me, baby
THINGS GONNA CHANGE
The listed has news to me, news to me, baby
FLOWERS ON A GRAVE
Since we're dead and gone, here's a EULOGY, baby
I got a call the other day from an unknown number
Picked up and a familiar voice on the other end
Ironic words, ain't it, 'cause something else sparked at the point that you departed
Hit me right in the heart, you always had me at 'hello', you know
The kind of person that you can't tell no
Why them two little letters so hard to put together
When you don't it feel bad, when you do it's no better
Things change all the time, like the number that the call was from
Memories forgotten but life goes on
The world spins differently when you get, get, getting it
It probably made the sunshine brighter, didn't it?
But all things good must tip, ain't sweat it
Shine couldn't rust even if you don't let it
Change is the constant, it's painfully obvious
'Specially when you hear from a friend who ain't called since when?
Times are changing, it might sound strange and
Things ain't the way that they used to be
USED TO BE CRAZY
The feeling's gone and they set the impossible mission
That's just some fucking excuse to me, excuse to me, baby
THINGS GONNA CHANGE
The listed has news to me, news to me, baby
FLOWERS ON A GRAVE
Since we're dead and gone, here's a EULOGY, baby
Yeah, 718, when the guns still come they up in the game thing
You either get away or make vanity plate
Seems the family's deteriorating
Couldn't make Google but you made that state thing
Who's to say you would've went that way, king?
We've had chances, I record 5th grade dances
Both walked in that backwards pain shit
A year later you got jumped in and I ain't even jumped in, son
I was a punk, I'm too old for that now but I wouldn't back down
Knowing for me, shit, you'd pop the trunk
And that's lyrical, now we gotta visit you
For your actions I have remorse yet you're still proud when I have remorse
Brother, you never left my thoughts, it's me
Times are changing, it might sound strange and
Things ain't the way that they used to be
USED TO BE CRAZY
The feeling's gone and they set the impossible mission
That's just some fucking excuse to me, excuse to me, baby
THINGS GONNA CHANGE
The listed has news to me, news to me, baby
FLOWERS ON A GRAVE
Since we're dead and gone, here's a EULOGY, baby