Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27
1] Spit that rhymer shit That ya brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit Who gon the game back? The same dude who rhymes bout dimes and gives pennies for Wont break for a but bout to change rap Endulging myself in liquor and With a chick who shes a Christian herself We talk, our she go down swinging Just a couple 80s who walking around dreaming Ima die young is what we walk around Mind full of ideas, who cant him out of Sink to the bottom, it up all of our demons When we playing we to face em Bring us those gold F-ck it we have to it role models but were no Channing Taylor Closer to forty we get, is Casey Case 27 year old legends, Devil wait to take em I em
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club
[XV - 2] Stairway to Im on my last step The first 11 would lead me to my death And that hotel room a mess I every secret is kept 21 and for his Nikes The things we do for a 6 more years can make you a A lot of for digestion A lot of real in question A lot of sex and with feelings these substances like step children Tell me my wrongs and me my rights Be honest, the excuse is Im my life: ironic The in my like Jin on Tekken, with tonic What the doctor give us for it? The No wonder we are slaves to the And we only break on the pages we write Fall the darkness on a stage full of lights I you fame came with a price Ya life!
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club
[XV - 3] The meme generation where everybody is check next to ya name or remain nameless When friends get jaded all you do is get faded Play Gears of War and hit Vegas all my niggas who made it Maximum but only minimum wages You close ya eyes as as you get on stages Got homies who died at 27, not in those Thats when I realised, life is you make it Kids want my and I tell em love it or hate it Put fame on a scale and be glad that you weighed it When miracles get credited to elitists and At 27 just praying, you here, belated fingers whenever you take pictures When life gives you lemons, use it to liquor our destruction if you figure Theres a whole generation full of wild niggas sayin
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club