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 Verse 1 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 want a brand new Porsche or Bentley Had a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced them 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 Chorus 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 Verse 2 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 Twenty-two don't feel so old, but I think I'm eighty-two 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 the truth, then what the fuck am I Yeah Chorus 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 Outro Said, where are you goin' Where are you headed Where are you goin' Can I come Can I come