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