Funeral Grey

11 PM, she walked in with her friends

And now I'm trippin' off the deep end

So call me a Lyft or a black hearse

'Cause I know you'll make my head spin, yeah

And I said: What's your favorite color?

She pointed at her waist

And I said: That's not a color, it's a shade

She said: Don't disagree with me

And then she walked away

I didn't get her name

I can't explain the look on her face (woo)

She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah

She wore a sweater, it was funеral grey

And now it's killing me

I just want you to be my nеxt mistake that I'm gonna make (oh)

She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah

She wore a sweater, it was funeral grey

3 AM, she walked in, took a hit

I said: That shit is gonna kill you

She kinda smiled and then she blew it in my face

She said: Well now you're gonna die too

I said that you can call me, beep me if you want my skin

She rolled her eyes, and then she said

I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit

And then she walked away

I didn't get her name

I can't explain the look on her face (woo)

She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah

She wore a sweater, it was funeral grey

And now it's killing me

I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make (oh)

She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah

She wore a sweater, it was funeral grey

Float my way, I'm melting for you

Float my way, I'm melting for you

She walked away

I didn't get her name

I can't explain the look on her face

She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah

And now it's killing me

I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make (oh)

She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah

She wore a sweater, it was funeral grey