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sur5ill - die young lyrics

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​[verse 1]:
this august will be thirty two years running on the wheel with these hamsters
it’s hard to breath, muhfucka, if it ain’t heart disease then it’s cancer
nigga that’s reality when putting darker feet through them pampers
grow up in the jungle your instinct is to walk the streets with them panthers​
​i want to die an easy death, rip to steph
when i’m old as dirt
fact is i’m more prone to roll from earth
from a diabetes death
​ok​ that don’t sit well like the bluth’s rivals
​in this godd-mned country it’s a true cycle
also i could die from some dude’s rifle
don’t dispute the bible for spewing libel
i want to die old, endure a midlife crisis
i want to buy a porsche of course a state trooper gonna
pull me over and suspend my license
jimi and 2pac and janis and bradley and kurt
man, take your pick of the chrises
farley and rios and wallace
are symbolic for being on the grim reaper’s shit list
life is my fantasy league, my intrigue is keeping the shiva
believe me, don’t beat a dead horse
when you should be making peace with some zebras
you never know when you’ll go so
stay adding spice and sneak in paprika
my short term goal is to viva as crowds seep in arenas

​[hook] x8​:
​i want to die an easy death–rip to steph
when i’m old as dirt
(oooooh oooooh)

[verse 2]:
hey
i was born in ’83​, i hope you cremated me​
​as my will had stated please
don’t mourn i hope my urn is adorned
with daisy leaves –
and petals–go ahead and save your crosses, i don’t believe in the devil
and even if i go to hell i’ll never reach the deepest of levels
i’ll get off at the exit where they serve beer
i concur tucker max will prefer here
the craft list on tap is absurd here
yeah
so cheers, probst, and salud
dvr my whole roast and salute
we can get areigns to host in a suit
and he can trade jokes with those introduced
die young!
until i’m posthumous i’ll soak c-min
in kale soups but nigga no gluten
i’ll smoke turkey, i don’t smoke cubans
die young!
like you’re inexperienced at rolling cr-ps
or being in the rubble of some boeing scr-ps
would you care bout tray tables knowing that?
​die young!​
​i’m at the bar, it’s cascading with vodka​
​put it on my mastercard, grab the car
and we can test the ​crash rating​​ on honda​s​
die young!​
​why did they k!ll themselves? all them concussions, b-tch​
so i always prepare to die young like ​benjamin b-tton did​

(die young) x 3

​[hook] x8



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