Denver Late - The Function

There’s a lot of fuckin’ times
When life keeps runnin’ by
And I don’t even see anything comin’
And I don’t really know why
But I could fuckin’ die
And I’ma still make it to the function
Old friends, new friends
Fake friends, make mends
The end, set trends
Through all this shit I stay in my lane
I remember that my names the only name that matters
Might hit the club after
Might keep climbin’ up the ladder
Might take a trip to Saturn
It’s me, all me, I need to treat myself
Not money and the wealth
Just get myself up out of this hell
Pick myself up, get my luggage off the shelf
Dust ‘em down real well
And hop on a train ‘til it runs off the rails
If anyone gets hurt, oh well
‘Cause
There’s a lot of fuckin’ times
When life keeps runnin’ by
And I don’t even see anything comin’
And I don’t really know why
But I could fuckin’ die
And I’ma still make it to the function
Might make it late to the meetin’
Put a smile on my face for the greetin’
Single through the fuckin’ cuffin’ season
I’ma take myself on a date, no reason
Money and greed, it don’t effect me
I done got paid and I’m still me
Lot of people change over some change
But when I get the change I remain the same
Can’t change my ways for no woman
No matter how damn good lookin’
She is, no matter what she cookin’
I’ma be me and don’t get it crooked
That’s it, point blank, no sequel
Done doin’ all this shit for people
‘Cause when you do, they gon’ fuckin’ treat you
Like you owe them something
There’s a lot of fuckin’ times
When life keeps runnin’ by
And I don’t even see anything comin’
And I don’t really know why
But I could fuckin’ die
And I’ma still make it to the function

Written by:
Denver Forbes

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