The End

by grace   Jan 19, 2010


See, I got a problem
I'm livin' life in the fast lane
just call me a Bugatti
Goin' out every night
Gettin' too naughty
I get what I want
When I flaunt my body
I own the dance floor
I'm good no I'm godly

Though everyday I know
I'm runnin' out of gas
I'll be stuck on the curb
Cause this life can't last
This is good for now
But the time will still pass
One morning I'll wake up
Realizing it's my last

With my final breath
The sun'll go cold
They'll kick over some dirt
Drop me in a hole
I'll get to the gates
But heaven will be full
And I won't say a word
As the Devil claims my soul

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