R.I.P. to my youth,
You might call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
and you can play this at my funeral
Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin
Might got o hell and there ain't no stopping
Might be a sinner, might be a saint
I liked to be proud, but now I'm ashamed
Sweet little baby in a world full of pain,
I gotta be honest, I don't know if I can take it
Everybody's talking 'bout, anybody saying
Mama said if I really want it, I can change it, yeah

R.I.P. to my youth,
If you're really listening, this is to you
Mama, there is still so much I can do
Except for you to watch watching me too
I'm using white light just to see what's in front of me
R.I.P. to my youth,
You might call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
and you can play this at my funeral
Tell my sister don't cry, and don't be sad
I'm in Paradise for dad,
I close my eyes and cross my arms
Put me into dirt, and let me be with the stars
Throw me in a box, get the oxygen out
You give me the keys, and you hide the lock
When I can't breathe I won't ask you to stop
When I can't breathe, don't call for cop
I was naive when hoped it would last
Now I'm aware and driving my thoughts, oh

What do I do?
What do I do?
I don't believe if I don't you ???
I don't believe you'll do
I don't believe if it's on the news, on the internet
I need a cigarette

I'm using white light just to see
I'm using white light just to see what's in front of me
R.I.P. to my youth,
You might call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
and you can play this at my funeral
Tell my sister don't cry, and don't be sad
I'm in Paradise for dad,
I close my eyes and cross my arms
Put me into dirt, and let me be with the stars
(I'm using white light just to see what's in front of me)

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