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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #136
Peak in subgenre #77
Author
Rome feat. Brystole
Rights
Nick Romolo
Uploaded
February 05, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 98 kbps • 5:56
Lyrics
(Refrain)
3-6-5 Days Gone By
I’m still starring at your tombstone
Try’na get ya high
Tr tr tr try’na get ya high
I’m try’na get ya high
I’m still starring at your tombstone
Try’na get ya high
2x
Verse 1
Blow it to the sky
I throw the deuce in my sleep
I bet ya Evo’s getting high
Passing blunts with some priests
N I don’t never say ya died
I just say you’ll rest in peace
I put ya on my left side
So you’ll never miss a beat
I only cried one time
N I’ll never wipe my cheek
The weather said sunshine
But it rained all week
And that rain ran deep
Tears were flooding every street
N we were chunging every street
While we were flippin off police
Now that clock still turns
N them seasons still change
N those swishers still burn
When we set um on ya grave
One thing I’ve learned
Is life will never be the same
I sware the whole town mourns
Every time it hears ya name
N an angel can’t fly
If he’s got bad wings
But Evo still flew
Though he had bad knees
And I know ill see
Though I’ve done bad deeds
That day where my brother lights up with me
(Refrain)
Verse 2(Bristol)
Runnin down the field while ya homies yell ya name
But today it aint the same and I hope im insane
And I know I cant complain cause my boy still rides
In the passenger side of my heart and my ride
When we roll the chronic blow it to the sky
One for you and one for us just to ease our minds
And ill never forget that day when he turned to me and said
That you my cuz I got yo back I said I know I got yo’s to
Now I those words across as my back tattoo
And iv never been that type of man to talk to god or pray
But on that day at 3:08 I dropped both knees and looked to say
I know your up there in the sky so look for evo help him fly
That’s not our choice but we’ll survive
So make the deuce and hold it high
Stay up on that winning end
Light a swisha grab a friend
I know that day will come again
Where we can drink and chief my friend
(Refrain)
Verse 3
Now I aint one to pray
N I don’t go to church
But right now I’m thinking church
Won’t ya take away the hurt
While im starring at the dirt
Standing 20 deep
I got catto, I got brystol, n I got breezle, brunk, n reeves
I’m talking lucky, perk, n jeez
Ross, mike, n yes the bandequeez
We in a circle passing b’s
While reminiscing memories
I know I’ve said it once before
But we still smoking in ya name
And we still throwing up the deuce
When we be cruising by yo grave
And everytime R.I.P plays
My mind it reconstructs ya face
I got the chills and get the shakes
Get baked, I know youd do the same
Sometimes I look up to the sky
I cross my heart I hope to fly
So we can kick it for a night
This time you know I’d let you try
If I’da known you had to go
I woulda copped a q.t.o
N let you take it to the dome
Until yo lips, nose, cheeks were froze
N even though a year has passed
Swear every year I’ll write a rap
So you can stamp it on my back
EVO, we wont forget ya ass!
Refrain ( with brystol)
Song Likes
still remember watchin you guys put this together.. f*** ed up