R.I.P 2 my youth
R.I.P. to my youth
And you could call this the funeralI'm just telling the truthAnd you can play this at my funeralWrap me up in Chanel inside my coffinMight go to Hell and there ain't no stoppingMight be a sinner and I might be a saintI'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamedSweet little baby in a world full of painI gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take itEverybody's talking, but what's anybody saying?Mama said if I really want to, then I can change, yeah yeah
R.I.P. to my youthIf you really listen, then this is to youMama, there is only so much I can doExcept for you to witness, for to worship me too
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of meR.I.P. to my youth
And you could call this the funeralI'm just telling the truth, yeahYou can play this at my funeralTell my sister don't cry and don't be sadI'm in Paradise with DadClose my eyes and then cross my armsPut me in the dirt, let me dream with the starsThrow me in a box with the oxygen offYou gave me the key and you locked every lockWhen I can't breathe, I won't ask you to stopWhen I can't breathe, don't call for a copI was naive and hopeful and lostNow I'm aware and driving my thoughts
What do I do? What do I do?I don't believe it if I don't keep proofI don't believe it if I don't know youI don't believe it if it's on the news or on the InternetI need a cigarette
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of meI'm using white lighters to seeR.I.P. to my youth
And you could call this the funeralI'm just telling the truthAnd you can play this at my funeralTell my sister don't cry and don't be sadI'm in Paradise with DadClose my eyes and then cross my armsPut me in the dirt, let me be with the stars