Fresh To Death lyrics

[Chorus: Jon Jumper and Scarlet Skyie]
Get f*cked up (f*cked up)
Get wrecked (Get wrecked)
b*tch, you know that I am fresh to death (I'm so fresh to death)
Get f*cked up (f*cked up)
Get wrecked (Get wrecked)
b*tch, you know that I am fresh to death (I'm so fresh to death)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (You know it)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (Oh my f*cking god)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (Fresh to dеath)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to dеath (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Jon Jumper]
Emo kid, poppin' champagne in a limousine (Limousine)
The haters talk a lot but I don't let that sh*t get to me
I love how motherf*ckin' people on the internet always seem to be so mad at me (Mad at me)
I will [titty-f*ck?] all my enemies; you b*tches will never get the best of me
Why? 'Cause I'm getting doped out; I rock expensive clothes (Clothes)
Got that sticky [?]; we up here getting stoned (Here I go)
My girlfriend is emo but she's still rockin' them snapbacks
I'm taken; that's my hashtag, so all you other motherf*ckin' b*tches better step back

[Chorus: Jon Jumper and Scarlet Skyie]
Get f*cked up (f*cked up)
Get wrecked (Get wrecked)
b*tch, you know that I am fresh to death (I'm so fresh to death)
Get f*cked up (f*cked up)
Get wrecked (Get wrecked)
b*tch, you know that I am fresh to death (I'm so fresh to death)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (You know it)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (Oh my f*cking god)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (Fresh to death)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death
[Verse 2: Scarlet Skyie]
AK-47: That's my bodyguard
When your boyfriend sees me, he gets really hard
I'm winnin' this game and it's not even hard (It's not even hard)
I ain't stoppin' now 'cause, b*tch, I've come too far

[Verse 3: Kai Cyrus]
Kai Cyrus in this b*tch; we blowin' up and sh*t (sh*t)
I hear the haters talking but I do not give a sh*t
People lining up just to hear me spit
I know they like to think so but I do not slit my wrists

[Chorus: Jon Jumper and Scarlet Skyie]
Get f*cked up (f*cked up)
Get wrecked (Get wrecked)
b*tch, you know that I am fresh to death (I'm so fresh to death)
Get f*cked up (f*cked up)
Get wrecked (Get wrecked)
b*tch, you know that I am fresh to death (I'm so fresh to death)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (You know it)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (Oh my f*cking god)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (Fresh to death)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death
Get f*cked up (f*cked up)
Get wrecked (Get wrecked)
b*tch, you know that I am fresh to death (I'm so fresh to death)
Get f*cked up (f*cked up)
Get wrecked (Get wrecked)
b*tch, you know that I am fresh to death (I'm so fresh to death)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (You know it)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (Oh my f*cking god)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death—death (Fresh to death)
I'm so fresh to death; I'm so—I'm so fresh to death