Red Solo Cups

This beat sounds like I'm dead, so I'm out of life What is there to do instead, in this afterlife? Guess I'll head upstairs, I guess I'm going up Looks like there's a friendly affair with red solo..... I see my dead grandpa, damn, it's been a while I'm told he drank 'til his death, copping cigarettes I see they're right, because there's one tucked between his smile I'm told he talked with a temper, smacking cabinets I see ___ from high school, up from my tennis team He hung himself a few years ago, post-degree After school, we were hitting green and smoking weed It was something we didn't see, at least he rests in peace I run into my bro, wasn't expecting that Said it was a rock in a quarry dive, Titanic scene A cliff jumper, a skydiver, a risky track My mothers nightmare, I share her anxiety Needed to piss, so I walked away from my drinking team I see my dog, Willis, eating comfortably I try to get his attention, but he just looks at me I remember digging his hole, behind some shrubbery This beat sounds like I'm dead, so I'm outta life What is there to do instead, in this afterlife? Guess I'll head upstairs, guess I'm going up Looks like there's a friendly affair with red solo cups …with red solo cups …with red solo cups …solo cups Looks like there's a friendly affair Back together with old friends, time to reminisce Chat with whoever will listen, and add some biases Act herculaic, they saved Jesus from crucifix I pay attention, but that's not how I remember it So, I'm tuning out, and I'm thinking about this summer camp 12 years, I count, we traveled out to the Amish land Looking sound, 'til my parents dipped, started panicking Time management, betrayal was feeling Anakin Shut up, Saw, you never had it like your parents did Don't address, nor express it, it's embarrassing Just keep drinking and try to forget what your uncle did Turn on the TV whenever you hear your mom get hit And don't compare to these new kids, no comparison He picked the safe, your classmate is a terrorist Hit the art room, got brain matter from your ceramic friend Thoughts and prayers because banning guns is un-American How the fuck did I die? It doesn't matter now Guess the best we can do is drink ourselves to life Point our drinks to the moon and take a bow Wish I didn't ask many questions when I was alive Shit, when I was alive When I was alive Wish I didn't ask many questions…