Funeral Mac Miller

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, can you turn up my headphones?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ahem
This music go with my funeral, yeah, yeah
Music go with my funeral, ahem, yeah, I said

[Verse 1]
Said I was raised inside this gritty city, ridin' through, you probably miss me
My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
All these sins were more than shitty, I just pray the Lord forgive me
Doin' drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get me
My side-bitch is sort of pretty, but she got enormous titties
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
Had a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced them
Lord knows I'll turn a child to an orphan when I'm tourin'
I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Sit at home and drink by myself, my thoughts harassin' me
Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't gettin' back to me
A shame that my tragedy my masterpiece, yeah
Trapped inside these dreams of mine
Just tryna get some peace of mind, yeah
I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
So you'll never get a piece of mind

[Chorus]
This the last (Last) day (Day)
Of my life (Of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (Last) day (Day)
Of your life (Of your life, of your life, of your life)
This the motherfuckin' last (Last) day (Day)
Of my life (Of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (Last) day (Day)
Of your life (Of your life), yeah, yeah