This last week I slept 8 hours total I barely sleep Maybe that's why I've been weak The same things that plague you Still plaguing me God called you to fulfill a vacancy I tried to see why it wasn't me So I didn't show up to your funeral But I showed up to your house I didn't move a muscle I was quiet as a mouse I swore I saw you in there But I was looking at myself I'm placing bets against myself And honestly I'm a mess With the car engulfed in flames I am a wreck Things I should have said through call or text Just really been so busy and I regret Cause if there's no rest for the wicked I'm as evil as it gets Thing I should have said
So when you show up to my funeral Will you be wearing white or black And I know the voice is in you It's the energy I lack So if there's a race to heaven I will surely come in last And if there's a race to heaven I will always come in last
