Funeral

Mac Miller

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Tom:
Bm7 Em7 Am7 [Verse 1]
Bm7 Em7 Said I was raised inside this gritty city, riding through, you probably miss me
Am7 My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
Bm7 Em7 All this sins be more than shitty, I just pray the lord forgive me
Am7 Doing drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get me
Bm7 Em7 My side-bitch is sort of pretty but she got enormous titties
Am7 Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
Bm7 Em7 Had a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced them
Am7 Lord knows I turn a child to an orphan when I'm touring
Bm7 Em7 I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Am7 Sit at home and drink by myself, my thoughts harassing me
Bm7 Em7 Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't getting back to me
Am7 A shame that my tragedy my masterpiece, yeah
Bm7 Em7 Trapped inside these dreams of mine
Am7 Just trying to get some peace of mind, yeah
Bm7 Em7 I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
Am7 So you'll never get a piece of mind [Chorus]
Bm7 Em7 This the last (last) day (day)
Am7 Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Bm7 Em7 Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Am7 Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life)
Bm7 Em7 This the motherfucking last (last) day (day)
Am7 Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Bm7 Em7 Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Am7 Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life) [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah
Bm7 Em7 See we swallowed in this web of lies, never tried to exercise
Am7 You used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televised
Bm7 Em7 I heard the legends never died, oh this lonely hell of mine
Am7 There never was a better time to better myself
Bm7 Em7 Forever I melt, and float away like waves in the ocean
Am7 Staring inside of Heaven's eyes, the gates will never open
Bm7 Em7 I'm smoking on this field of hope, waiting 'til my deal gets closed
Am7 I keep getting hotter but all I seem to feel is cold
Bm7 Em7 22 don't feel so old, but I think I'm 82
Am7 You mean to tell me God took seven days and all he made was you?
Bm7 Em7 I'm out here with the kangaroos, making danger, break the rules
Am7 Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused
Bm7 Em7 Happiness I take from you, searching for the naked truth
Am7 I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
Bm7 Em7 Bitch, check out the butterfly
Am7 If you the truth then what the fuck am I? Yeah [Chorus]
Bm7 Em7 This the last (last) day (day)
Am7 Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Bm7 Em7 Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Am7 Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life)
Bm7 Em7 This the motherfucking last (last) day (day)
Am7 Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Bm7 Em7 Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Am7 Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life) [Outro]
Bm7 Em7 So where are you going?
Am7 Where are you headed?
Bm7 Em7 Where are you going?
Am7 Can I come? Can I come?
Bm7 Em7 Am7
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Composição: Eric A Dan e Mac Miller

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