​love-sadKiD
27 Club
[Chorus: Yung Skrrt]
Tell the whole world that I'm on now
I don't wanna have to take a breather at all
Gotta move alone till you calm down
Till I come down
But I'm living in heaven, don't make me come down
Fuck reality I'd rather keep it alive
Going to the top, why would I slow down
But at some point gotta come down

[Verse 1: Yung Skrrt]
Yeah, always in the sky
Never had to lie
Didn't wanna fly
Too close to the sun
Always in the sky
Pray that I don't die
Didn't wanna fly
Too close to the-

[Verse 2: Cali Cartier]
Cartier done been a problem
Bitch I'm a problem
Call the concierge I left that bag in London
When I was in London
Catch me speedin in my racеr like I'm Lando
Like I'm Lando
All thesе faces facing me feel like a pharaoh
Look like Mount Rushmore
[Pre-Chorus: love-sadKiD]
Still running through and I'm throwing a fit
You never be on the bus, can't roll with the kid
I be a killa with the mindset
Take a little bit of what I spit and get behind it
I just wanna chill and get a milli with a dimepiece
Off of the top with the box cut
Afro style in a mosh pit, ay
Still too bright you need use shades
Still too fresh need Cartier

[Chorus: Yung Skrrt]
Tell the whole world that I'm on now
I don't wanna have to take a breather at all
Gotta move alone till you calm down
Till I come down
But I'm living in heaven, don't make me come down
Fuck reality I'd rather keep it alive
Going to the top, why would I slow down
But at some point gotta come down

[Verse 3: love-sadKiD]
Peep the syllabus
[?]
Sick of the rhythm I said spittin the lyrics
I've been ripping the writtens
Rap sheet full of bars lookin like it's Death Note
Let's go
Bustin out the speakers in your headphones
They're the only reason
That you're keeping what I'm singing in your head
Won't see me ever living with the dead, homie
Bet you'll never catch me sipping silly with no bread on me
Never getting past that
I don't wanna slack or relax on track
Back, back of the club with a stack of the cash
Actually nasty when writing the raps
Fact is my practice is counting racks
Pop dollar, hotbox the disco
Hot pan, hot grease with the Crisco
Get fried, get lit, let a bitch know
[?]
Make the money go tenfold
[Pre-Chorus: love-sadKiD]
Still running through and I'm throwing a fit
You never be on the bus, can't roll with the kid
I be a killa with the mindset
Take a little bit of what I spit and get behind it
I just wanna chill and get a milli with a dimepiece
Off of the top with the box cut
Afro style in a mosh pit, ay
Still too bright you need use shades
Still too fresh need Cartier

[Chorus: Yung Skrrt]
Tell the whole world that I'm on now
I don't wanna have to take a breather at all
Gotta move alone till you calm down
Till I come down
But I'm living in heaven, don't make me come down
Fuck reality I'd rather keep it alive
Going to the top, why would I slow down
But at some point gotta come down

[Bridge: Left at London, HOLIDAYKISS]
Give 'em all a show, they say
Give 'em all a show, they say
What you wanna know today?
I don't ever hide from them
I don't really have a say
You wouldn't notice anyway
I think I'll become immortal
I'll be waiting for the day I'm not a mortal no more
Until I'm not immortal no more
Give 'em all a show, they say
Sorry if it sounds informal
Wasn't wanting this to happen never normal before
The 27 club needs your answer
[Outro: Yung Skrrt]
Come down
But I'm living in heaven, don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven, don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven, don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven, don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven, don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven, don't make me come down