[Verse 1]
R.I.P. to my youth
And you could 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 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 LA
We were thinking modest maybe get a little mansion
Say we're in the tropics, but we're off 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, yеah
[Pre-Chorus]
Using white lighters to see what's in front of me (Front of mе, ah-ah)
[Chorus]
R.I.P. to my youth
Baby, you could 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 by myself, off the shelf, make profit
[Verse 2]
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 Simon, Rick, and Jimmy, breakfast out with Lyor Cohen in the city, yeah
And 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
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me (Front of me, ah-ah)
[Chorus]
R.I.P. to my youth
Baby, you could 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 by myself, off the shelf, make profit
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