XV - The 27 Club lyrics

[Hook] Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain Sex, money, liquor, c**aine Rock, roll, peace, love Now welcome to the 27 club [Verse 1] Spit that Wonderama sh** That blow ya brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana sh** Who gon' bring the game back? The same dude who spits rhymes 'bout dimes And gives pennies for thoughts Won't break for a dollar but 'bout to change rap Endulging myself in liquor and wealth With a chick who says she's a Christian herself We talk, our upbringing before she go down swinging Just a couple 80′s baby's who walking around dreaming I'ma die young is what we walk around singing Mind full of ideas, who can't talk him out of believing Sink to the bottom, it brought up all of our demons When we playing we have to face ‘em Bring us those gold bottles, f** it we have to taste it America's role models but we're no Channing Tatum Closer to forty we get, is probably Casey Kasem 27 year old legends, Devil can't wait to take ‘em I hate ‘em [Hook] Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain Sex, money, liquor, c**aine Rock, roll, peace, love Now welcome to the 27 club Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Cobain Sex, money, liquor, c**aine Rock, roll, peace, love Now welcome to the 27 club [XV - Verse 2] Stairway to heaven I'm on my last step The first 11 would lead me straight to my d**h And that hotel room thats a mess, I hope every secret is kept 21 and shot for his Nike's, the things we do for a check 6 more years can make you a legend A lot of pills for digestion, a lot of real life in question A lot of s** and with less feelings Abusing these substances like step children Tell me my wrongs and read me my rights Be honest, the excuse is I'm living my life: ironic The devil in me like Jin on Tekken, with tonic What the doctor give us for it? The Chronic No wonder we are slaves to the night And we only break free on the pages we write Fall into the darkness on a stage full of lights They told you fame came with a price: ya life! [Hook] [XV - Verse 3] The meme generation where everybody is famous Blue check next to ya name or remain nameless When friends get jaded cause all you do is get faded Play Gears of War and hit Vegas with all my n***as who made it Maximum drive but only minimum wages You close ya eyes as soon as you get on stages Got homies who died at 27, not in those pages Thats when I realized life is what you make it Kids want my career and I tell ‘em “love it or hate it” Put fame on a scale and you'll be glad that you weighed it When miracles get credited to elitists and sadists Hit 27 just praying, you here, happy belated Middle fingers whenever you take pictures When life gives you lemons, use it to chase liquor Consumption's our destruction if you figure Theres a whole generation full of wild little n***as sayin' [Hook]