CHORUS:

'Til I'm in dirt

I look death right in the eye and I flirt

I live my life until I'm in an urn

Only a matter of time until I take a HEARSE TRIP

Blood on my shirt

Handling mine but I can't handle yours

I'm counting this money because I earn

I said I'm counting this money because I earned it

Flipping the work

Told her "yes please" when giving the slurp

Now it's Guess Jeans stitched into my shirt

She asked if I'm sure, I told her I'm certain (I'm so sure)

'Til I'm in dirt

I look death right in the eye and I flirt

I live my life until I'm in an urn

Only a matter of time until I take a HEARSE TRIP

VERSE 1:

I wonder if I should suffer

Made some mistakes in the past, I concur (Why?)

Self-hatred over all that occurred

And I can't be helped with a sermon (I can't!)

I wonder if I will suffice

I wonder if I should take my own advice

I want to make the most of my only life

So it's my way, my version

Came in the game like a virgin

Up everyday to get the work in

Georges Marciano 's who I worship

So all the vintage Guess is getting purchased

In the shirt and shades I feel like Kurt in

At my curtain call I'll close the curtains (Goodnight!)

Even days when I feel worthless

I'm going hard until I'm in the earth, bitch

CHORUS:

'Til I'm in dirt

I look death right in the eye and I flirt

I live my life until I'm in an urn

Only a matter of time until I take a HEARSE TRIP

Blood on my shirt

Handling mine but I can't handle yours

I'm counting this money because I earn

I said I'm counting this money because I earned it

Flipping the work

Told her "yes please" when giving the slurp

Now it's Guess Jeans stitched into my shirt

She asked if I'm sure, I told her I'm certain (I'm so sure)

'Til I'm in dirt

I look death right in the eye and I flirt

I live my life until I'm in an urn

Only a matter of time until I take a HEARSE TRIP

VERSE 2:

Only a matter of time until I take a trip in a hearse (tick tock tick)

So I'm just living my life and then putting it into a verse

And yeah I got problems

I hit the weed and all of my problems suddenly disperse

I don't have much time

I tatted my tombstone on my thigh to remind me to work

Soon Ima die

So I'm just living my life until I get put into an urn

(Time's running up!)

Only a matter of time until I take a trip in a hearse

(I'm coming up!)

Out here, I gotta get mine because I got so much shit to earn

(I don't lay up!)

I give a fuck if I die

Look death right in the eye and I flirt

I give a fuck!

CHORUS:

'Til I'm in dirt

I look death right in the eye and I flirt

I live my life until I'm in an urn

Only a matter of time until I take a HEARSE TRIP

Blood on my shirt

Handling mine but I can't handle yours

I'm counting this money because I earn

I said I'm counting this money because I earned it

Flipping the work

Told her "yes please" when giving the slurp

Now it's Guess Jeans stitched into my shirt

She asked if I'm sure, I told her I'm certain (I'm so sure)

'Til I'm in dirt

I look death right in the eye and I flirt

I live my life until I'm in an urn

Only a matter of time until I take a HEARSE TRIP