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If I die at twenty-seven

Shooting whiskey down with hendrix

I’ll be smiling far from heaven

Count my blessings if I die at twenty-seven

Hol’ up, take in this trip for a sec

God made me wicked but I need some rest

Holes in my pockets, the gold on my neck

It’s getting too heavy I can’t catch a breath

The lord came and bought me a Mercedes-Benz

Drove to the crossroads to drink with my friends

Shit is nirvana more doors to the thrills

I'm high but I'm falling asleep at the wheel

If I die at twenty-seven

Shooting whiskey down with hendrix

I’ll be smiling far from heaven

Count my blessings if I die at twenty-seven

Glass of red wine, house in the hills

Riding with death like the king: Jean michel

Shit that I'm on makes it harder to sleep

But I’ll rest in peace when I'm down six feet deep

If I die at twenty-seven

Shooting whiskey down with hendrix

I’ll be smiling far from heaven

Count my blessings if I die at twenty-seven

If I die at twenty-seven

Shooting whiskey down with hendrix

I’ll be smiling far from heaven

Count my blessings if I die at twenty-seven