Funeral

Yeah, yeah, can you turn up my headphones?
Yeah-yeah, yeah
This music go with my funeral, yeah, yeah
Music go with my funeral, a-hem
Yeah, I said

Said I was raised inside this gritty city, ridin' through, you probably miss me
My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
All these sins were more than shitty, I just pray the Lord forgive me
Doin' drugs is just a war with boredom, but they sure to get me

My side-bitch is sort of pretty, but she got enormous titties
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just wants a brand-new Porsche or Bentley
Had a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced 'em
Lord knows I'll turn a child to an orphan when I'm tourin'

I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Sit at home, and drink by myself, my thoughts harassin' me
Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't gettin' back to me
A shame that my tragedy my masterpiece, yeah

Trapped inside these dreams of mine
Just tryna get some peace of mind, yeah
I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
So you'll never get a piece of mind

This the last (last) day (day)
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life)

This the motherfuckin' last (last) day (day)
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Of your life (of your life), yeah, yeah

See, we swallowed in this web of lies, never try to exercise
You used to be a fantasy, but now I guess it's televised
I heard the legends never die, oh, this lonely hell of mine
There never was a better time to better myself

Forever I melt, and float away like waves in the ocean
Starin' inside of Heaven's eyes, the gates will never open
I'm smokin' on this field of hope, waitin' 'til my deal gets closed
I keep gettin' hotter, but all I seem to feel is cold

22 don't feel so old, but I think I'm 82
You mean to tell me God took seven days and all he made, was you?
I'm out here with the kangaroos, makin' danger, break the rules
Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused

Happiness I take from you, searchin' for the naked truth
I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
Bitch, check out the butterfly
If you're the truth, then what the fuck am I? Yeah

This the last (last) day (day)
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Of your life (your life, your life, your life)

This the motherfuckin' last (last) day (day)
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Of your life (of your life), yeah

Said, where are you goin'?
Where are you headed?
Where are you goin'?
Can I come? Can I come? (Can I come?)



Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Eric Allan Dan
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