If I die at twenty-seven
Shooting whiskey down with hendrix
I'll be smiling far from heaven
Count my blessings if I die at twenty-seven

Hol' up, take in this trip for a sec
God made me wicked but I need some rest
Holes in my pockets, the gold on my neck
It's getting too heavy I can't catch a breath

The lord came and bought me a Mercedes-Benz
Drove to the crossroads to drink with my friends
Shit is nirvana more doors to the thrills
I'm high but I'm falling asleep at the wheel

If I die at twenty-seven
Shooting whiskey down with hendrix
I'll be smiling far from heaven
Count my blessings if I die at twenty-seven

Glass of red wine, house in the hills
Riding with death like the king: Jean michel
Shit that I'm on makes it harder to sleep
But I'll rest in peace when I'm down six feet deep

If I die at twenty-seven
Shooting whiskey down with hendrix
I'll be smiling far from heaven
Count my blessings if I die at twenty-seven

If I die at twenty-seven
Shooting whiskey down with hendrix
I'll be smiling far from heaven
Count my blessings if I die at twenty-seven