Funeral
Lyrics
It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
Fuck a nine-to-five, fuck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Put me in my grave in a bust down casket
Yeah, she got ass, but it's too much plastic
Left her in the past 'cause she way too problematic
Dick suckin' lips, she could probably use some chapstick
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too fucked up yesterday
Say she wanna stay, but she can't stay
I'm too busy getting fucked up every day
It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
Fuck a nine-to-five, fuck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Ain't no rest 'til I rest in peace
Close my eyes but I won't sleep
Grab my bag, I get a flashback, I took too much LSD
I swear these women just like money, coming, going as they please
And when I find who took my Louis bag, I'm pulling out his teeth
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too fucked up yesterday
Say she wanna stay, but she can't stay
I'm too busy getting fucked up every day
It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
Fuck a nine-to-five, fuck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Yeah, come on, baby, take me out
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was so fucked up yesterday
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too fucked up yesterday
Haha, yeah
Writer(s): Brandyn Burnette, Colin Brittain, David Wilson, Geo Ponce, Sam Brandt, William Henry Schultz
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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