Club 27

I hit the club like I'm the shit I'm just a kid, I'm underaged They know I got a fake ID Security gave me a break I step inside and look around, oh my God I'm in a daze I see Amy at the bar, Ordering a Tanqueray My nigga Jimi Hendrix hit me with the spliff, told me take a hit Coffin like I'm laying in a ditch, I can't feel my lips Amy Wine had hit the Liqs, told me "take a sip" Now I'm taking shots to the head, looking at Cobain like, "man get in on this" You chicken, you pollo, seasoned with the herbs and sauces My bank account blow O's, government can't even audit I tell 'em I don't smoke, even though I talk about it They just tuck and roll though, everybody summer saulting And Janis Joplin got me hopping to The Beatles now Sniffing happy trails and like a doc, she pulled the needle out Said she'd give me something to relax I put the needle in her hand and turned my back, like I was 'bout to get a tat I'd be grateful if I only lived to 27 I'd be grateful if I only lived to 27 I'd be grateful if I only lived to 27 I'd be grateful if I only lived to 27 'cause right now it seems like everybody dying 'round here And usually, security is mighty tight around here Unless you're great, then it's your fate that you'd end right around here Got me thinking that I should end my life around here Hold up, hold up, hold up, 27 Hold up, hold up, hold up, 27 Hold up, hold up, hold up, 27 Hold up, hold up, hold up, 27 Yeah I'm on, yeah I'm gone, yeah I'm pouring Yeah I'm drunk, yeah I'm falling, falling I would write a song about life and love and what's going on In my mind, but that don't make a dime, at least not all the time And I need guap I need more, please, I need less of cops I need less of friends, I need crown, I need Basquiat A lot of real niggas just be cashing out on Fendi And everybody here, they don't need mine 'cause they got plenty And a lot of real niggas just be smoking like a chimney Everybody else trying to replicate the feeling They never pass the weed, pot be burning in the kitchen They so hung up on the tree, they've done reinvented lynching This is audible, minus all the bull, wrapped in a paper for your cerebellum Just thought y'all should know exactly what you hearing Everybody else tryna replicate the feeling Yeah everybody else just tryna replicate the feeling I'd be grateful if I only lived to 27 I'd be grateful if I only lived to 27 I'd be grateful if I only lived to 27 I'd be grateful if I only lived to 27 'cause right now it seems like everybody dying 'round here And usually, security is mighty tight around here Unless you're great, then it's your fate that you'd end right around here Got me thinking that I should end my life around here Hold up, hold up, hold up, 27 Hold up, hold up, hold up, 27 Hold up, hold up, hold up, 27 Hold up, hold up, hold up, 27