Play This At My Funeral (feat. Landon Cube)

Know you wouldn't show up to my funeral You don't wanna realize that it's your fault You leave me to die, but that's the usual Knew you wouldn't stay there with me through it all And I'm still speaking to you through this microphone Give you love, give you pain, what kind of vibe you on? Yeah, now I got your attention Would you sit back and listen? Never speak on our business, woah I'm sick of these damn meds I'm sick of my damn bed And I don't wanna go to sleep You stuck in my damn head I pour a two in my cup 1.5 in my blunt I fell in love with the drugs I think I can't get enough Baby, have you ever paid like six figures in taxes? Have you еver kept them pills right by your mattrеss? Have you ever made mistakes? I know that I did Have you ever felt insane? I know that I did (Ayy, ayy) Oh, oh, oh See my blood in the snow I done got too high and almost drove right off the road I was in the zone, I didn't have nowhere to go Steady pickin' flowers off the rose Know you wouldn't show up to my funeral You don't wanna realize that it's your fault You leave me to die, but that's the usual Knew you wouldn't stay there with me through it all And I'm still speaking to you through this microphone Give you love, give you pain, what kind of vibe you on? Yeah, now I got your attention (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Would you sit back and listen? Never speak on our business, woah I'ma blast off, take off like a spaceship More money, more problems, that's the same shit She told me she loyal, think she want me 'cause I'm famous (Yeah) I don't judge her 'cause I don't know what her name is (Yeah) I always keep it on repeat, all of the things that you said I keep on having vivid dreams about me crashing a Vette (Woah) I ain't waking up, I never wanna get out of bed (Woah) But I guess that waking up is better than being dead Hey, felt like I got kicked in the head All the shit that I done went through, pray I don't see the feds I got shit up in my mental and I'm still seeing red It's like paper and a pencil, we gon' mark you with lead (Hey) Know you wouldn't show up to my funeral You don't wanna realize that it's your fault You leave me to die, but that's the usual Knew you wouldn't stay there with me through it all And I'm still speaking to you through this microphone (Woah) Give you love, give you pain, what kind of vibe you on? (Woah) Yeah, now I got your attention (Woah) Would you sit back and listen? Never speak on our business, woah (Woah) Oh, oh Woah, oh-oh-oh Yeah