Bury Me

Bury me in my Converse All Stars And my blue jeans, baby Fill my coffin up with plastic roses And a Marlboro maybe 'Cause the way up to Heaven is a long road And Hell doesn't have a dress code, so Bury me in my Converse All Stars And my blue jeans, baby Pretty and fake A plastic rose A lameian Hollywood forever I don't wanna go Living in a coffin, push me in a garden Watch 'em chase the dollar signs All you ever wanted, treat me like a prophet Living off a dream that's mine, just bury me Bury me in my Converse All Stars And my blue jeans, baby Fill my coffin up with plastic roses And a Marlboro maybe 'Cause the way up to Heaven is a long road And Hell doesn't have a dress code, so Bury me in my Converse All Stars And my blue jeans, baby Back of the hurst again Homie's got me on their white tee shut the city down I'm more in love with CNN John Lennon NYC, I'm a legend now Living in a coffin, push me in a garden Watch 'em chase the dollar signs All you ever wanted, treat me like a prophet Living off a dream that's mine, just bury me Bury me in my Converse All Stars And my blue jeans, baby Fill my coffin up with plastic roses And a Marlboro maybe 'Cause the way up to Heaven is a long road And Hell doesn't have a dress code, so Bury me in my Converse All Stars And my blue jeans, baby Bury me, yeah (in my blue jeans, baby) Bury me, yeah (in my blue jeans, baby) Bury me, yeah (in my blue jeans, baby) Bury me, yeah (in my blue jeans, baby) In my blue jeans, baby In my blue jeans, baby