R.I.P. 2 My Youth (Demo)

R.I.P. to my youth
And you could call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth
And you could 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 like to be proud, but somehow, I'm ashamed

I might move out down south to LA
We were thinking might as, maybe, get a little match
Savour in the tropics, but we were offing in the canyon
Mama was saying if I really want it, then I can have it, yeah

R.I.P. to my youth
I was 16 when I got tattooed
I was 21 when I first got paid
Got a million bucks, put it up five ways, yeah

Using white lighters to see
What's in front of me (front of me, oh, oh)

R.I.P. to my youth
Baby, you could call this the funeral
Oh, I'm just telling the truth
Yeah, you could 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
Might put myself off the shelf, make profit

Louis V slippers when I walk in the office
Gimme Rob Stringer, or I won't stop talking
I had all the options
All my summer, wrecking Jimmy breakfast, I would leave at con in the city, yeah

R.I.P. to those years
I was always crying, but I wouldn't shed 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 (front of me, oh, oh)

R.I.P. to my youth (youth)
Baby, you could call this the funeral
I'm just telling the truth (truth)
Yeah, you could 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
Might put myself off the shelf, make profit (profit)