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I'll Be Missing You FOB Version

[sung to I'll Be Missing You by Puff Daddy]

.

This is seriously a sad sad song

that I dedicate to all the fellow FOBs passed away...

but we won't stop

cuz we can't stop.

uh-huh! FOB boy.

Yeah... this right here...

tell me why... goes out to all

the FOBs, that's lost someone

that they truly love... check it out

Seems like yesterday we were on the boat

Cross the pacific arrived up in Oak

so far from growing rice and corn for do'

unfortunate they got to know that

FOBs ain't always make it cross the seas

none of y'all FOBs did survive but me

even though y'all gone we still a FOB team

smuggle your family to fulfill your dreams

in the future when we cross the sea

gotta be more careful F-O-B

reminisce sometime, the hole in the boat they couldn't mend

tried to plug it up but it leaked again

tried to escape but the crates was sealed

heard all my friends cried out and squealed

give anything to hear half y'all breaths

I know y'all still tryina immigrate after death

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[Chorus]

Every boat I take, every ship I make

every single day, in the Frisco bay

I'll be missing you

thinking of the day, when y'all went away

why y'all FOBs that day, had to pass away

I'll be missing you

.

It's never less FOBs wit you not around

Even more FOBs now U.S. bound

Two new FOBs replace each of you

Everyday got FOBs brand new

Till 'nother boat crashes again

need panoramic picture to keep all you friends

FOB dreams give me the strength I need to proceed

strength I need to believe

passed away FOBs we just can't revive

English so bad, feelings I can't define

us on the ship, swattin mosquitoes and ticks

you and me trying to get chicks

left sweatshop shit, wages they exploited you on

still can't believe you gone,

give anything to hear half y'all breaths,

I know y'all still trying to immigrate after death

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[Chorus]

somebody tell me why

That one dark morning, when the boat flipped over

I knew, there'd be no trace... of you

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