Bury me in my Converse All Stars
And my blue jeans, baby
Fill my coffin up with plastic roses
And a Marlboro maybe
'Cause the way up to Heaven is a long road
And Hell doesn't have a dress code, so
Bury me in my Converse All Stars
And my blue jeans, baby
Pretty and fake
A plastic rose
A lameian Hollywood forever
I don't wanna go
Living in a coffin, push me in a garden
Watch 'em chase the dollar signs
All you ever wanted, treat me like a prophet
Living off a dream that's mine, just bury me
Bury me in my Converse All Stars
And my blue jeans, baby
Fill my coffin up with plastic roses
And a Marlboro maybe
'Cause the way up to Heaven is a long road
And Hell doesn't have a dress code, so
Bury me in my Converse All Stars
And my blue jeans, baby
Back of the hurst again
Homie's got me on their white tee shut the city down
I'm more in love with CNN
John Lennon NYC, I'm a legend now
Living in a coffin, push me in a garden
Watch 'em chase the dollar signs
All you ever wanted, treat me like a prophet
Living off a dream that's mine, just bury me
Bury me in my Converse All Stars
And my blue jeans, baby
Fill my coffin up with plastic roses
And a Marlboro maybe
'Cause the way up to Heaven is a long road
And Hell doesn't have a dress code, so
Bury me in my Converse All Stars
And my blue jeans, baby
Bury me, yeah (in my blue jeans, baby)
Bury me, yeah (in my blue jeans, baby)
Bury me, yeah (in my blue jeans, baby)
Bury me, yeah (in my blue jeans, baby)
♪
In my blue jeans, baby
♪
In my blue jeans, baby