Eulogy

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