Funeral

"I know what happens to you, me and everyone else

When they supposedly die

It's this passage around the great loop"

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, riding through, you probably miss me

My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me

All this sins be more than shitty, I just pray the lord forgive me

Doing 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 turn a child to an orphan when I'm touring

I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be

Sit at home and drink by myself, my thoughts harassing me

Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't getting back to me

A shame that my tragedy my masterpiece, yeah

Trapped inside these dreams of mine

Just trying to 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 motherfucking 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)






Yeah, yeah

See we swallowed in this web of lies, never tried to exercise

You used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televised

I heard the legends never died, 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

Staring inside of Heaven's eyes, the gates will never open

I'm smoking on this field of hope, waiting 'til my deal gets closed

I keep getting 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, making danger, break the rules

Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused

Happiness I take from you, searching 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






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 motherfucking 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)






So where are you going?

Where are you headed?

Where are you going?

Can I come? Can I come?