She’ll Be Gorgeous At My Funeral

I'm in that Cavalier '03, smoking on an Oz, eat a handful of them OP's, sip a polar pop full of Codeine, got a molly rock and a nosebleed, smoke a bowl that I pack wit no screen, need more green, to hold me, now I'm swervin not trynna OD, see snow heaps, and blow fiends, that's my life I skip no scene, I'm 17 rollin 4 deep, I shift and pass my old team, that's demons and a hoe's gleam, just seepin in my soul's seams, exploring, the whole thing, I get no sleep just cold dreams... I'll keep myself locked, away until I rot, nothing keeps it's spot, in my life I'll stop, I could fix a lot, wit bullets in my top, I'd only hear the pop, go black and fuckin drop... put my mind, aside, floatin wit the tide, inside, the ice, waitin for you're light, but what you hide, implies, that you're not really mine, don't cry, I'm fine, just wishing that I'd die... x2