Funeral chords by Mac Miller

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: Em

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
Bm7 Em7 Am7


Verse 1:
       Bm7               Em7
Said I was raised inside this gritty city, riding through, you probably miss me
Am7
My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
 Bm7                Em7
All this sins be more than shitty, I just pray the lord forgive me
 Am7
Doing drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get me
Bm7                Em7
My side-bitch is sort of pretty but she got enormous titties
 Am7
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
 Bm7           Em7
Had a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced them
   Am7
Lord knows I turn a child to an orphan when I'm touring
   Bm7             Em7
I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
 Am7
Sit at home and drink by myself, my thoughts harassing me
 Bm7               Em7
Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't getting back to me
  Am7
A shame that my tragedy my masterpiece, yeah
 Bm7          Em7
Trapped inside these dreams of mine
 Am7
Just trying to get some peace of mind, yeah
 Bm7              Em7
I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
      Am7
So you'll never get a piece of mind

Chorus:
     Bm7     Em7
This the last (last) day (day)
    Am7
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
           Bm7     Em7
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
  Am7
Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life)
            Bm7      Em7
This the motherfucking last (last) day (day)
    Am7
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
           Bm7     Em7
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
     Am7
Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life)


Verse 2:
Yeah, yeah
     Bm7              Em7
See we swallowed in this web of lies, never tried to exercise
  Am7
You used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televised
  Bm7             Em7
I heard the 🏷Legends never died, oh this lonely hell of mine
    Am7
There never was a better time to better myself
  Bm7                Em7
Forever I melt, and float away like waves in the ocean
 Am7
Staring inside of Heaven's eyes, the gates will never open
   Bm7               Em7
I'm smoking on this field of hope, waiting 'til my deal gets closed
 Am7
I keep getting hotter but all I seem to feel is cold
 Bm7          Em7
22 don't feel so old, but I think I'm 82
   Am7
You mean to tell me God took seven days and all he made was you?
  Bm7              Em7
I'm out here with the kangaroos, making danger, break the rules
Am7
Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused
 Bm7             Em7
Happiness I take from you, searching for the naked truth
   Am7
I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
 Bm7  Em7
Bitch, check out the butterfly
Am7
If you the truth then what the fuck am I?
Yeah


Chorus:
     Bm7     Em7
This the last (last) day (day)
    Am7
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
           Bm7     Em7
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
  Am7
Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life)
            Bm7      Em7
This the motherfucking last (last) day (day)
    Am7
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
           Bm7     Em7
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
     Am7
Of your life (of your life, of your life, of your life)


Outro:
          Bm7   Em7
So where are you going?
        Am7
Where are you headed?
        Bm7   Em7
Where are you going?
    Am7
Can I come? Can I come?
Bm7 Em7 Am7
Bm7 Em7 Am7