[Intro]

Uh huh
Uh huh
Oh don't mind me
Places to go, people to see
You know, are you alright? (Nope)

[Verse 1: Art Morera]

My name wealthy, what the fuck you gon' tell me
They don't care about a brother's well being
All they do is stunt 'til the front door bell ring
Open up to a cannon that's in they face taking selfies like "Pose!"
I suppose what they would say joking while you're standing there froze
Take your money and your hoes and your clothes
Like Robin Hood going for the gold
Man I'm 'bout my shit, homie I'm 'bout my shit
Fresh off the jet with a mile high spliff
On my own tip, ain't nobody sound like this
Turn this up, get the crowd hype quick
They fuck with me, I'm too legit
I could turn this shit into a eulogy with your name on it
Crept up and we came homie

[Verse 2: Art Morera]

I could probably fit my whole life inside of a bag and a suit case
All the money that I made in my left hand
Any memories, keep em strapped to my shoe lace
I know that God is giving me a chance so I'm doing what I can before it's too late
Captain of the crusades, will the tracks that my crew make
Ever really land in this new wave today?
Which rappers do you fave? Which damsel do we save?
Are we damned souls? Are we slaves?
Who's setting the example these days?
Set a whirlwind with my tracklist
Let the world spin on my axis
Get on a world tour, from Miami to Europe and even Berlin
All access, Los Angeles
Nixon with a tall actress
People sell their soul having nothing to fall back with
Hang up on God just to call back quick when they see the big picture
Hell nah, that's it?
Yeah that's it, I'm a take a dab hit
Be back in a tad bit

[Hook: Art Morera]

Eulogy (4x)

[Verse 3: Art Morera]

Looking back at everything that I was, how
Everyone was waiting for me to become what I've been dreaming of
Even though it ain't easily done
Just a man, not a God, they're believing in none
But God please deliver me from the evils
I just spent a whole month on a mountain in California listening to my ego
Pop up shop in the wilderness, saw grass grow where a building is
Plucked a wilted rose pedal then posed for this little 12:01 film we did, remember?
They be thinking yo no se
Oh you don't say, like a ventriloquist, well entonce
For my own sake if they're gonna run a puppet show then I'm a be the one to pull strings
Like the ones in my throat when I'm gon' sing
Take my word for it 'cause I know things
They be trynna sell me dreams but I be like "No thanks"
They're coming from a team with a low rank
But they fuck with me, I'm too legit
I could turn this shit to a eulogy with your name on it
Crept up 'cause you slept on us

[Hook: Art Morera]
What's that? Oh, that? that's a (Eulogy)
You don't wanna see your name on a (Eulogy)
You don't wanna see your name on a (Eulogy)