Mac Miller - 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?)