R.I.P. 2 My Youth - Demo

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R. I. P. to my youth.

You can call this the funeral. I'm just telling the truth.

You can play this at my funeral. Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin.

Might go to Hell and there ain't no stopping. Might be a sinner and I might be a saint.

I'd like to be proud but somehow I'm ashamed. Might move out down south to L. A.

We were thinking modest, maybe get a little mansion. Saver in the tropics but we're out in Laurel Canyon.

Mama said if I really want it then I can have it, yeah. R. I. P. to my youth.

I was sixteen when I got tattooed. I was twenty-one when I first got paid.

Got a million bucks, split it up five ways, yeah.

Using white lighters to see what's in front of me. Oh, oh, oh. R. I. P.

to my youth. Baby, you can call this the funeral. I'm just telling the truth.

Yeah, you can play this at my funeral. Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin. Might go to

Hell but there ain't no stopping. Might make a shirt, put it in Hot Topic.

Buy it for myself off the shelf, make profit.

Louis V slippers when I walk in the office. Give me Rob Stringer or I won't start talking. I had all the options.

Almost signed with Rick and Jimmy, breakfast out with Leo Cohen in the city, yeah. R. I. P. to those years. I was always crying but I wouldn't show tears.

I wasn't a man but I couldn't man up. I don't think I'm bad, I just think I'm bad luck.

I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me. Oh, oh, oh.

R. I. P. to my youth. Baby, you can call this the funeral.

I'm just telling the truth. Yeah, you can play this at my funeral.

Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin. Might go to Hell but there ain't no stopping. Might make a shirt, put it in

Hot Topic. Buy it for myself off the shelf, make profit