Rushy... Rushy... Rush! Please pass the dro n my passport, Im departin... Im chasin a check like a runaway slave, huh So if I flatline, Im flat-brimmed in the grave, huh Draped in the ice, thats a blizzard on a back road A flower state, but this Rush is the jackrose No name on the stone, jus a ski mask on the concrete Cus love is a ghost n Im tryna let it sleep, peace I came up out the mud, amphibian, Im a mud king Now the coupe is a puddle-jumper, Im flood thing They wan see the crash, the dash cam in the glass, man Im Kobe with the rock, shatterin the backboard Got a dream with a dent n a full tank of confidence A past followin me like its on some John Wick: Chapter sht I toast to the lost nights, the high cost of life Open up a old wound, it still talk with a knife If the stars cancel my light, Im a arsonist, huh The fire from the bridges I torched is my accomplice Pour out some D'USSÉ, its a toast n a soak When my turn's up, Im sproutin up thru the dirt like a joke I might never come back home, so let the trumpets blow If I die, make sure Im glistenin in my Death Row Bury me on a back road, where the lost souls get found In a field full of flowers, no name on the ground I dont want no tears, jus pour out the beer I dont want mines to be holdin that fear So bury me on a back road, let the weeds be my throne In a flower state with no name on the stone Ive been Judas-kissed, dismissed, pistol-whipped by the matrix Had homies eat my food then turn around n say its tasteless, face-less Everybody got a hand out, but a back they can turn Had to carry all that weight, now my vertebrae is learned Karma's a btch with a Bluetooth, she connected Im smilin at the reaper cus his blade, I deflected Tell my seed Im a tree n this paper the leaves Every sin that I sowed was fo the harvest they reap Let em say I was trash, let em say I was great I was busy makin sure that the safe was overweight Fo the record, Im a record, Im on replay in the hate Bury me in the color way, make sure my name evaporate I might never come back home, so let the trumpets blow If I die, make sure Im glistenin in my Death Row Bury me on a back road, where the lost souls get found In a field full of flowers, no name on the ground I dont want no tears, jus pour out the beer I dont want mines to be holdin that fear So bury me on a back road, let the weeds be my throne In a flower state with no name on the stone Rushy... Rushy... Rush... Yeah... Bury me on a back road... Ayy, if the sky fall, bet I’ll catch it in my palm They want pain? I got scars that could scream in braille But Im ghost—no name on the stone like a fake email Sniff sniff, smell that? Thats my past burnin now my wounds be zoomin If I crash, let the fire write my eulogy Bury me next to the leaves—call it tree-ology n if I die… let the wind carry my name… No tears, jus champagne... no grave, jus a lane... I might never come back home, (Nah!) So if I die, draped in snow (Ice cold!), Bury me where the poppies grow, (Yeah!) No name, jus a ghost in the shadow (Boo!) Dont want no-1 cryin at my stone, (Stop it!) Tell em Rushy turned his pain into chrome (Vroom!) Bury me where the wild things roam In a flower state, but my root still grown (Brr!) Ayy, fakes love u till they face the truth Had a bro snake me—now his skin in my boots Karma’s a btch, but Im bigger than her daddy Put my foes in the dirt—call it gardenin, shawty I been lost like a sock in the dryer But my soul got receipts like a tax supplier Past got claws—call it tiger stripes But my future got wings—Im eagle lights Turned my scars into art—Picasso now Reaper want me? Tell him bring a bigger truck I aint dyin till the aliens say whats up! (Bury me! Bury me! No name! No name!) (Im a ghost, no chain! No chain!) (Flower state, but my soul came! Soul came!) I might never come back home, (Nope!) So if I die, make my casket chrome, (Shiny!) Bury me where the bees roam, (Buzz!) No name, jus a verse in a poem (Yeah!) Dont want shorty cryin at my grave, (Nah!) Pour out codeine where my body lay (Sip!) Bury me where the sun dont go, (Dark!) But my legend glow like a Ouija board (Woo!) Rushy... Rushy... where the flowers at?... No name... no name... jus the power, brrr... Rushy... Rushy... Rush!
