The Neighbourhood - R.I.P. 2 My Youth - Demo

R.I.P. to my youth And you could call this the funeral I'm just telling the truth And you could 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 like to be proud, but somehow, I'm ashamed I might move out down south to LA We were thinking might as, maybe, get a little match Savour in the tropics, but we were offing in the canyon Mama was saying if I really want it, then I can have it, yeah R.I.P. to my youth I was 16 when I got tattooed I was 21 when I first got paid Got a million bucks, put it up five ways, yeah Using white lighters to see What's in front of me (front of me, oh, oh) R.I.P. to my youth Baby, you could call this the funeral Oh, I'm just telling the truth Yeah, you could play this at my funeral Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin Might go to hell, but there ain't no stopping Might make a shirt, put it in hot topic Might put myself off the shelf, make profit Louis V slippers when I walk in the office Gimme Rob Stringer, or I won't stop talking I had all the options All my summer, wrecking Jimmy breakfast, I would leave at con in the city, yeah R.I.P. to those years I was always crying, but I wouldn't shed tears I wasn't a man, but I couldn't man up I don't think I'm bad, I just think I'm bad luck I'm using white lighters to see What's in front of me (front of me, oh, oh) R.I.P. to my youth (youth) Baby, you could call this the funeral I'm just telling the truth (truth) Yeah, you could play this at my funeral Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin Might go to hell, but there ain't no stopping Might make a shirt, put it in hot topic Might put myself off the shelf, make profit (profit)