The Neighbourhood - R.I.P. 2 My Youth (Roland Sessions) | Текст песни

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And you could call this the funeral 
I'm just telling the truth 
And you can 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'd like to be proud, now I'm ashamed 
Sweet little baby in a world full of pain 
I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could 
take it 
Everybody's talking, but what's anybody 
saying? 
Mama said if I really want to, then I can 
change, yeah yeah 

R.I.P. to my youth 
If you really listen, then this is to you 
Mama, there is only so much I can do 
Except for you to witness, for 
to worship me too 

I'm using white lighters to see what's 
in front of me 
R.I.P. to my youth 

And you could call this the funeral 
I'm just telling the truth, yeah 
You can play this at my funeral 
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad 
I'm in Paradise with Dad 
Close my eyes and I cross my arms 
Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars 
Throw me in a box with the oxygen off 
You gave me the key and you locked every lock 
When I can't breathe, I won't ask you 
to stop 
When I can't breathe, don't call for a cop 
I was naive and hopeful and lost 
Now I'm aware and 
driving my thoughts 

What do I do? What do I do? 
I don't believe it if I don't keep proof 
I don't believe it if I don't know you 
I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the Internet 
I need a cigarette 

I'm using white lighters to see what's 
in front of me 
I'm using white lighters to see 
R.I.P. to my youth 

And you could call this the funeral 
I'm just telling the truth 
And you can play this at my funeral 
Tell my sister don't cry and don't be sad 
I'm in Paradise with Dad 
Close my eyes and I cross my arms 
Put me in the dirt, let me be with the stars.