Yo, yo, if I had 24 hours to kick the bucket, **** it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken, and drink in Nantucket
Then go get a job from Brandson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the 3 Power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all 6 to that pappy dat sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a little ball
Have all of my bitches in one telly
At the same time, spread it out on different floors
And I'm gonna play Lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gonna be here tomorrow, so what, so what?
Tell a ton off people to f?ck off. Then party. Being drunk would take the edge off. Go out with a bang
f*ck booze, if i knew i was passing as young as i currently am, i'd go on the craziest drug binge known to man, on some Fear and Loathing type shit, shrooms first, coke midway, empty the bank account buying rounds for everybody at whichever bar i wind up at, maybe some mdma or e to put a smile on my face in case of an impending bad trip... and i'd keep going and going until i was dead from o/d or imminent death. either way, if you're completey sure, why the f*ck not. i certainly wouldn't waste my time taking shit out on people not worth my time, nor would i waste it with precious goodbyes. my loved ones, those who truly understand me, wouldn't sweat my decision.