I guess we all infatuated with death
Nobody knows when they'll be taking your breath
Suicide some people taking the steps
I wonder if they laid in regret
I guess we all infatuated with death
I was 10 when i saw my first dead body, sat quiet at the funeral in shock
My momma cryin' and I'm dry eyed, my friend's mother had been shot
What a loss, I remember she was gorgeous and unique
As i walked up to the casket saw the plastic on her cheek
With her body wrapped in sheets, I cannot move my feet, I've never seen someone look so at peace huh
Momma said she was impressed with me, from the way I held my own and didn't cry
To cheer me up, she took me to McDonalds, but all I think abouts my moment in the sky
And when it comes, I'll be ready I hope the homies are steady pallbearing for me partner I know the casket is heavy
I'm gone, it's deadly I hope that you play my medley
Reaper knockin' like the woofers that's bumpin' up in your chevy right?
But for real I just wanna live me a heady life, to stay afloat know you end up payin' a heavy price
And honestly I don't know if it's worth it
I think about it every night
I guess we all infatuated with death
Nobody knows when they'll be taking your breath
Suicide some people taking the steps
I wonder if they laid in regret
I guess we all infatuated with death
Its been awhile, stealin' my inner child, and its prolly why I'm up late watchin' forensic files
When i get up on my facebook see someone past away look at all the people up the comments like when and how?
It's f*cked up, yeah we know, ain't strokin' my ego
Just human nature to wonder where we go
No sequel, my people, lock heavens gate so I stare thru the peep hole
Like what's up huh? Its my d-day, lookin all around I'm like where's the big homie CJ?
All up in my head but the party poppin' on replay,
Biggie rockin' mics and got Jam Master to DJ
Or maybe it's just fading to black, and that's what makes me eager to stay
Not saying that I'm stating the facts, but honestly it goes either way
I guess we all infatuated with death
Nobody knows when they'll be takin your breath
Suicide some people taking the steps
I wonder if they laid in regret
I guess we all infatuated with death