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27
by Azera
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And rip all the legends
Amy, Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon,
Robert Johnson, Mac Miller, Juice Wrld
Rip Fredo, glo in peace, Capo
All the legends for real, Peep, Everybody
Shit, you turned 27 and you made it
But now them demons ain't your friend, you going crazy
And this lifestyle feels a little crazy
You should of thought before you made it like
Depression creepin' up
Ya, stress is creeping up like
You taking all the drugs that you want
All the plugs in your phone keep asking what you want like
Its getting tough
It feels like theres no one to love
But thats the demon, thats the battle of it
But now you gotta keep goin'
And keep performing for the crowd
While they loving you, but inside you know you going wild like
You go home and go crazy
Get faded, shit
And then you wake up, you nameless
And i be thinking bout it like
Is it a reason they all die at 27
All the legends?
Is it the fame?
the drugs?
The mental challenge?
The battle?
Shit
I guess we gotta find out like
This shit get different when you make it
You change into a different type of person when you famous
And them demons they attracting you
They follow you, they probably waiting on you
Thinking you gon lose
And them demons now they battle you
Everywhere you go, you feel like everybody watching you
And now you can't even move
You home alone, doin' drugs
Thinking what i'd do
Don't wanna leave your house
Don't wanna hit the stu
Ya, lets get high with style
Taking Percocets and making vows
That this shit would never drive me wild
But i be prayin' for it
Ye, Maybe it be better if i take me out
I pull the strap out
But hold up, i don't think its time for that like
Your spirits on a plane to a higher place
Everybody round bows, ya and say they grace
It's another soul lost
Is it the fame?
Or the drugs?
Or the devil thats the cost?
And now your souls on vacation
We wishing and we praying that you made it
To heaven, cause this earth is a hell
27, if you died, i wish you well
This life's a hell
But its the 27 club
And rip anyone i forgot
Rip Kurt Cobain, rip Jim Morrison
Robert Johnson, Your spirits still alive, your music's still alive
And rip all the legends
Amy, Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon,
Robert Johnson, Mac Miller, Juice Wrld
Rip Fredo, glo in peace, Capo
All the legends for real, Peep, Everybody
Shit, you turned 27 and you made it
But now them demons ain't your friend, you going crazy
And this lifestyle feels a little crazy
You should of thought before you made it like
Depression creepin' up
Ya, stress is creeping up like
You taking all the drugs that you want
All the plugs in your phone keep asking what you want like
Its getting tough
It feels like theres no one to love
But thats the demon, thats the battle of it
But now you gotta keep goin'
And keep performing for the crowd
While they loving you, but inside you know you going wild like
You go home and go crazy
Get faded, shit
And then you wake up, you nameless
And i be thinking bout it like
Is it a reason they all die at 27
All the legends?
Is it the fame?
the drugs?
The mental challenge?
The battle?
Shit
I guess we gotta find out like
This shit get different when you make it
You change into a different type of person when you famous
And them demons they attracting you
They follow you, they probably waiting on you
Thinking you gon lose
And them demons now they battle you
Everywhere you go, you feel like everybody watching you
And now you can't even move
You home alone, doin' drugs
Thinking what i'd do
Don't wanna leave your house
Don't wanna hit the stu
Ya, lets get high with style
Taking Percocets and making vows
That this shit would never drive me wild
But i be prayin' for it
Ye, Maybe it be better if i take me out
I pull the strap out
But hold up, i don't think its time for that like
Your spirits on a plane to a higher place
Everybody round bows, ya and say they grace
It's another soul lost
Is it the fame?
Or the drugs?
Or the devil thats the cost?
And now your souls on vacation
We wishing and we praying that you made it
To heaven, cause this earth is a hell
27, if you died, i wish you well
This life's a hell
But its the 27 club
And rip anyone i forgot
Rip Kurt Cobain, rip Jim Morrison
Robert Johnson, Your spirits still alive, your music's still alive
