It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
F*ck a nine-to-five, f*ck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Put me in my grave in a bust down casket
Yeah, she got ass, but it's too much plastic
Left her in the past 'cause she way too problematic
Dick suckin' lips, she could probably use some chapstick
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too f*cked up yesterday
Say she wanna stay, but she can't stay
I'm too busy getting f*cked up every day
It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
F*ck a nine-to-five, f*ck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Ain't no rest 'til I rest in peace
Close my eyes but I won't sleep
Grab my bag, I get a flashback, I took too much LSD
I swear these women just like money, coming, going as they please
And when I find who took my Louis bag, I'm pulling out his teeth
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too f*cked up yesterday
Say she wanna stay, but she can't stay
I'm too busy getting f*cked up every day
It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
F*ck a nine-to-five, f*ck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Yeah, come on, baby, take me out
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was so f*cked up yesterday
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too f*cked up yesterday
Haha, yeah
Funeral Video (MV)
Performed By: Sueco
Length: 2:05
Written by: Brandyn Burnette, Colin Brittain, David Wilson, Geo Ponce, Sam Brandt, William Henry Schultz
Sueco - Funeral Lyrics
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It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
F*ck a nine-to-five, f*ck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Put me in my grave in a bust down casket
Yeah, she got ass, but it's too much plastic
Left her in the past 'cause she way too problematic
Dick suckin' lips, she could probably use some chapstick
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too f*cked up yesterday
Say she wanna stay, but she can't stay
I'm too busy getting f*cked up every day
It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
F*ck a nine-to-five, f*ck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Ain't no rest 'til I rest in peace
Close my eyes but I won't sleep
Grab my bag, I get a flashback, I took too much LSD
I swear these women just like money, coming, going as they please
And when I find who took my Louis bag, I'm pulling out his teeth
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too f*cked up yesterday
Say she wanna stay, but she can't stay
I'm too busy getting f*cked up every day
It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
F*ck a nine-to-five, f*ck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Yeah, come on, baby, take me out
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was so f*cked up yesterday
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too f*cked up yesterday
Haha, yeah
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
F*ck a nine-to-five, f*ck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Put me in my grave in a bust down casket
Yeah, she got ass, but it's too much plastic
Left her in the past 'cause she way too problematic
Dick suckin' lips, she could probably use some chapstick
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too f*cked up yesterday
Say she wanna stay, but she can't stay
I'm too busy getting f*cked up every day
It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
F*ck a nine-to-five, f*ck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Ain't no rest 'til I rest in peace
Close my eyes but I won't sleep
Grab my bag, I get a flashback, I took too much LSD
I swear these women just like money, coming, going as they please
And when I find who took my Louis bag, I'm pulling out his teeth
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too f*cked up yesterday
Say she wanna stay, but she can't stay
I'm too busy getting f*cked up every day
It's a perfect day for a funeral
It's such a nice view when you're six feet down
F*ck a nine-to-five, f*ck a cubicle
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Yeah, I'd rather be dead, baby, take me out
Yeah, come on, baby, take me out
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was so f*cked up yesterday
I just called the plug, now he on the way
I was way too f*cked up yesterday
Haha, yeah
Writer: Brandyn Burnette, Colin Brittain, David Wilson, Geo Ponce, Sam Brandt, William Henry Schultz
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.