(Priest)
Lord Jesus Christ, grant that our brother may sleep here in peace/ until you awaken him to glory/ for you are the resurrection and the light/ then he will see you face to face/ and in your light will see light/ and know the splendour of God/ for you live and reign forever and ever/ Amen.

If this were my last day on earth I wouldn’t need my money/ it’s not like I won’t make the afterlife if I forget to bring my wallet/ just bring the Jonny Red so you can pop it in my coffin/ maybe a couple stems, when in heaven I could puff them/ I’d ask my wife for the wedding ring I gave her so I could take it with me/ that way you’d be my girl forever/ my life insurance means that you’d be set up, so when the days get leather, you’ll be sunny in the greyest weather/ and while I’m chilling there relaxing, I’d like to be holding my little girl’s first pair of Nike air maxes/ a pair of Chuck Taylors for me/ a set of Dickie pants with a cuff and a crease, one of my stater jackets/ so when I’m dead and deceased, give me a pen and some sheets/ a couple of beats so my lyrics accompany me/ an I’ll be riding passenger in your seat, when you’re daydreaming and cruising the streets/ know-what-I-mean?

(Hook) x2
Death comes to us all, like the final seconds of songs/ but there’ll be other tracks to play one/ so drink some liquor if you want to live long/ and pour some out on the floor/ if you got people you wished they won’t gone

The way I view the world, nobody has a fallacy/ every human being on this planet had beliefs/ so just remember in the coffin it aint me/ it’s the body of a person reconnected with the galaxies/ coz whether you see or intercept it spiritually, one way or other you leave/ there aint no plan B/ coz everybody that’s been has seemed to want to deceive death but never got away with it clean/ now let me portrait the scene, at the time of my death Id either be tortured and sent to a bottomless depth/ or beamed up to receive heavenly breath/ and to never again feel the regret with the people I’ve met/ I’m getting older now like video cassettes/ plus there’s so much bullshit out there I might disconnect the internet/ I wait for intellect to intercept/ but I guess we’re doomed to consume and just hope there aint no incidents.

(Hook) x2

Yeah, death comes to us all/ but there’ll be other tracks/ other tracks to play on
Yeah/ this song is dedicated to mister Boba/ Bobadilla/ Dedicated to Eddie/ Erica’s family you-know-what-I-mean/ sending my love to them/ peace/ I’m out.