Funeral Grey

11 PM, she walked in with her friends
And now I'm trippin' off the deep end
So call me a Lyft or a black hearse
'Cause I know you'll make my head spin, yeah
And I said: What's your favorite color?
She pointed at her waist
And I said: That's not a color, it's a shade
She said: Don't disagree with me

And then she walked away
I didn't get her name
I can't explain the look on her face (woo)
She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah
She wore a sweater, it was funеral grey

And now it's killing me
I just want you to be my nеxt mistake that I'm gonna make (oh)
She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah
She wore a sweater, it was funeral grey

3 AM, she walked in, took a hit
I said: That shit is gonna kill you
She kinda smiled and then she blew it in my face
She said: Well now you're gonna die too
I said that you can call me, beep me if you want my skin
She rolled her eyes, and then she said
I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit

And then she walked away
I didn't get her name
I can't explain the look on her face (woo)
She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah
She wore a sweater, it was funeral grey

And now it's killing me
I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make (oh)
She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah
She wore a sweater, it was funeral grey

Float my way, I'm melting for you
Float my way, I'm melting for you

She walked away
I didn't get her name
I can't explain the look on her face
She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah

And now it's killing me
I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make (oh)
She wore a sweater in summer weather, yeah
She wore a sweater, it was funeral grey