Chic, white, dope Got me lit up like a matchstick I gotta have it, burn holes in my mattress Roaches, roaches in my casket Roaches, roaches in my casket Do you love me? Would you come to my funeral? When I'm gone, will you still be there? Am I gonna have to find out the hard way? I wanna know before it's too late So don't put me in a box 'til My casket drops and I'll lie still You'll find out the hard way About the pain of loss and heartache Chic, white, dope Got me lit up like a matchstick I gotta have it, burn holes in my mattress Roaches, roachеs in my casket Roaches, roaches in my caskеt Tragic habits like I'm an addict Haven't been the same since about this time last year All these highs are bringing me down All my friends are watching me drown Tragic habits like I'm an addict Fucking on me, Gucci all black You know she love that sad shit Gothic, rachet, lay her on the mattress Make her do a backflip, you know I'm a sad shit I got holes in my teeth where my heart used to be I got scars on my wrist, wear my heart on my sleeve Sinking feeling, falling faster Ripped jeans, sad boy, that's–last year Chic, white, dope Got me lit up like a matchstick I gotta have it, burn holes in my mattress Roaches, roaches in my casket Roaches, roaches in my casket