27 club.

Nihilistic views, despite growing up in pews This like high school when you stick to what you knew Smoke a pack to make it through, we was multiplying twos Never in the classroom, but when smoking backwoods On my white lighter shit, and I weld it to my arm So I'm always in possession of a fucking death charm Epidermis stuck to metal, ain't sentimental 'Cause my epidermis stained with blood, pop vessel I ran through my options, now ain't no one give me answers Bitches kind of toxic, what the f*ck's a Cancer mean I been having dancer dreams That girl that I paid to be What you want? pink panties, I can't help but spend money What you want? lingerie, my girl look like Coi Leray What you want? tits and ass, it all go down to smash or pass What you want? home phone, take you home Let's talk and go through cons and pros of living life like on the go But overall it makes a whole, like you and me, no in between If you bout the money just say shit, I don't got money for a facelift I don't got time for no basic bitch Oh, f*ck, 27 club, I lost all my friends and we ain't even did shit Oh, f*ck, 27 club, I lost all my friends and we ain't get to grow up (I lost all my friends and we ain't even grown up) Oh, f*ck, 27 club, I lost all my friends and we ain't even did shit Oh, f*ck, 27 club, I lost all my friends and we ain't get to grow up