Die for the Hype

Where the fuck am I?
Tell me, Did I just die?
‘Coz I don’t understand why
I’m in a room I don’t recognise

I died at five fourty five
It says so in a sign
And My mothers crying out her eyes
Or is the radio telling lies

Juvenile sinner
Car crash winner
Don’t the let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner
Car crash winner
Don’t the let the devil take you out for dinner

I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucify, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucify, like Jesus Christ

Digging my own grave for the day
Id decorate with pink sock and gold chains
Two fat stacks on my eyes
I’m in a box I don’t recognise

Believe what they say (say, say)
And you’ll be flying away (way, way)
On a coke-covered B-day (day, day)
[?] on your face
While they’re chucking Sukki on your face

Juvenile sinner
Car crash winner
Don’t the let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner
Car crash winner
Don’t the let the devil take you out for dinner

I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucify, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucify, like Jesus Christ

Yo polly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly

Yo polly I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly
I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly

I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucify, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucify, like Jesus Christ

I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucify, like Jesus Christ
I just wanna die for the hype
For the hype
Crucify, like Jesus Christ

That one, that one was so sick!