{"id":38530,"date":"2012-08-13T21:07:15","date_gmt":"2012-08-13T13:07:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=38530"},"modified":"2012-08-13T21:07:15","modified_gmt":"2012-08-13T13:07:15","slug":"slaughterhouse-%e2%80%93-goodbye-%e6%ad%8c%e8%af%8d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=38530","title":{"rendered":"Slaughterhouse \u2013 Goodbye (\u6b4c\u8bcd)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u6b4c\u66f2\u4e0b\u8f7d\uff1aGoodbye<\/a><\/p>\n

[Joe Budden]
\nI remember it like it just happened
\nI could of sworn it was a dream
\nBut in reality it hit me like a nightmare
\nOr at least that\u2019s how it seemed
\nI just got a grip on our relationship
\nWe was ironing things out, started picking up steam
\nAnd when we didn\u2019t need it, when it all got heated
\nAnd we both said some things that we probably didn\u2019t mean
\nGod intervened, guess war was at stake
\nThought we left nothing over, he put more on the plate
\nShe came home from the doctor with news I been wantin\u2019
\nSaid family was incoming, she pregnant, twins coming
\nBut that\u2019s gotta be a lie
\nShe sighed, couldn\u2019t stop the tears coming from her eyes
\nThat birth control she on, for them it\u2019s suicide
\nBut as long as it\u2019s still inside, 2 of them, one survived
\nHard turn from memorable to cynical
\nPicturing clothes for what would\u2019ve been identical
\nSimilar outfits, similar names
\nMy deceased kid\u2019s ultrasound in a frame
\nSo I\u2019m deprived of my chance to be a better dad
\nStaring at my twins that I never had
\nI shed a tear, looking up in the sky
\nEven though y\u2019all just got here, goodbye<\/p>\n

[Hook]
\nGoodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell
\nBut it\u2019s not the end of the chapter
\nGoodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell
\nI\u2019ll see you again in the afterlife<\/p>\n

[Crooked I]
\nMy biological sperm donor, didn\u2019t wanna be a daddy
\nSo he hopped in his Caddy and turned corners on us
\nTurned on us out the clear blue
\nHis last memory of his son is seeing me out his rearview
\nI still love him yo, but I love his brother mo\u2019
\nMy uncle showed me love no one could know
\nYoung and po\u2019 with a tougher road
\nTo suffer hunger was nothing but Unc\u2019 would hold
\nus down would help mom lift the motherload
\nI got chronin, I used to wonder what it would be like
\nTo speak to pops as a grown man
\nHe provided that feeling, told me to take my career into my own hands
\nHe was there when I had no fans
\nMy cellphone rings, and after I answer
\nA voice says \u201cYour uncle\u2019s been diagnosed with cancer\u201d
\nWorst news in my life, him and chemo going 12 rounds with a disease
\nAnd they both losing the fight
\nI\u2019m rushing up to see the cyanide
\nPraying for a miracle, I don\u2019t wanna see my idol die
\nBefore he did, the look in his eyes
\nSaid \u201cEven though you just got here, goodbye\u201d<\/p>\n

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[Bridge]
\nI\u2019ll see you again in the afterlife
\nSomeday in heaven we will reunite
\nThe flesh disappears but the soul survives
\nTill next time, my friend, farewell, goodbye<\/p>\n

[Joell Ortiz]
\nI walked in your daughter\u2019s house, knowing that you gone
\nBut still looking out the corner of my eye, hoping you on the couch
\nThat call felt like I was beef, that got shot up
\nIronic, I was on tour with Tech N9ne and Slaughterhouse
\nE tried to talk to me, crystal rubbed my back, as they were pourin\u2019 out
\nI caught the next thing soarin\u2019 out
\nNow I\u2019m in the air, in the midwest somewhere
\nThey said turbulence was severe, I don\u2019t know what they talkin\u2019 bout
\nI ain\u2019t feel a bump, body numb, mind drifting
\nI\u2019m sniffling, asthma acting up, I\u2019m whistling
\nMy mothers face looked so much different
\nI\u2019m kissing, my son, my aunt pacing in the kitchen
\nMy vision blurry, still I saw your face clear
\nWhat a loss, this time I did more than waste beer
\nMichelle\u2019s strong, she held on, we got all the way there
\nThen we walked in, she fell on the floor, this ain\u2019t fair
\nYou was the voice when I considered them thoughts that ain\u2019t clear
\nHey granny, I was fifth row at the Grammy\u2019s
\nAn award they ain\u2019t hand me, but I sat behind Will
\nAnd right in front of Wayne, and got seen by the family
\nI miss the early morning convos, believe me
\nRegis on the TV, and the best baked ziti
\nBut you had an old white affair, grandpa\u2019s all fly
\nEven though you been got there, goodbye<\/p>\n

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