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"Bucket List" is the ending theme of the episode "Nikki's Last Day on Earth", the fourth episode of the third season of Camp Camp.
Lyrics[]
| On my death bed |
| But I got my Jay's on (Off-white!) |
| Couple dimes in the the booth |
| Like a payphone (Woo!) |
| All my people gettin' stoned at my gravestone (Smokin'!) |
| Trap music at my funeral |
| Fuck a prayer song |
| When I pass away I'm gonna see my Grandma Bonnie (What up?) |
| Say "what's up" to Martin Luther King, say "what's up?" to Monty (Monty!) |
| Shoot the shit with Jimmy Hoffa and Mahatma Ghandi |
| Mobbin' in the streets with Geneveese and John Gotti |
| Fuck a bed rest |
| I'm hoppin' out the bed |
| I'm too sexy, like I'm Fred |
| Poppin' all these meds (Pill!) |
| Fuckin' up these rappers |
| When I'm droppin' on they heads |
| Even when I'm dead, they not toppin' what I said |
| Hope they smoke me to heaven |
| I might sell a gram |
| This shit so potent |
| It even got the angels yellin' "Damn!" |
| I'm after livin' sendin' ??? a telegram |
| Not related but they still treat me like hella fam |
| I'm dyin'? (Richie!) |
| Fuck that shit |
| I'm still tryna cross out all my bucket list |
| Drink a cup of that |
| Take a puff of this |
| Might rob a bank |
| Put the Rollie on the wrist |
| Why? |
| Cuz I'm dyin' |
| Fuck that shit |
| I'm still tryna cross out all my bucket list |
| Drink a cup of that |
| Take a puff of this |
| Might rob a bank |
| Put the Rollie on the wrist |
| Why? |
| Cuz I'm dyin' |
| Roll the blunt |
| Now I'm coughin' |
| I'm feelin' awesome |
| Pickin' flowers for my coffin (Woo1) |
| Smokin' on that med-grade |
| Shout-out to my doctors |
| Even when I'm dead |
| Best believe I'm still flossin' |
| Never takin' losses, |
| Bitch I'm on my money |
| Mayweather |
| Move my family to the bay |
| Just to get that bay weather |
| Switchin' up my life insurance |
| Got the plan that pays better |
| Gettin' money like a Nigerian chain letter! |
| Gotta die, so I do it lookin' fly |
| Lookin' fly |
| Heaven, hell |
| I don't really know what's on the other side |
| Fuck a tux |
| Put me in the casket in some gucci slides |
| So fresh |
| I might ressurrect |
| Just to do it twice! |
| Still kickin' like it's sweet chin (?) |
| Yellin' "Suck it!" |
| Threw my life savings just to catch a flight too, |
| Fuck it! |
| Wait, what do you mean? |
| No, no. Not fuck it like, "Fuck it!" But, fuck it like Tylan |
| Ah, fuck it! |
| I'm dyin'? (Richie!) |
| Fuck that shit |
| I'm still tryna cross out all my bucket list |
| Drink a cup of that |
| Take a puff of this |
| Might rob a bank |
| Put the Rollie on the wrist |
| Why? |
| Cuz I'm dyin' |
| Fuck that shit |
| I'm still tryna cross out all my bucket list |
| Drink a cup of that |
| Take a puff of this |
| Might rob a bank |
| Put the Rollie on the wrist |
| Why? |
| Cuz I'm dyin' |