What It Sounds Like

Expressing the universality of mortality, acknowledging the inevitability of death for everyone.

Gratitude for the existence of deadlines, as they provide motivation and drive to accomplish tasks.

Highlighting the importance of deadlines in prompting action, contrasting the potential lack of productivity without them.

Observation that some people may not take action or achieve much despite deadlines.

Commitment to persist and be active until the day of death arrives.

Pondering about the sounds associated with death and expressing a desire to know what it sounds like.

Reiterating the curiosity about the sounds of death.

Describing a challenging situation but expressing determination and a sense of camaraderie.

Got the line and the slope down

Casper, this a ghost town

Somebody call Bill Murray and Dan Aykroyd

Somebody get Ernie Hudson in here

Bout time that we hit em up

Cause God damn, there's a lot of us

Reflecting on the passage of time, mentioning routine activities and referencing a Green Day song.

On the mornings of the days I treat like they'll last forever

And September is on the way, got em singing "wake me up when it ends"

Metaphorically presenting different perspectives and experiences of life.

And this side of the fence, we play the Earth, Wind, and Fire version of the season

Anticipating the final moments, expressing a willingness to embrace them, and asserting satisfaction with life choices.

So, baby, Ima shoot, Ima fade away

Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way

Imagining the sounds of the speaker's own death.

Repetition of the curiosity about the sounds of death.

Depicting an elaborate and celebratory scenario associated with the speaker's death.

A hundred trumpets

And everybody that I poured one out for calling my name

Highlighting the loyalty and unchanged nature of relationships even after death.

Yeah, yeah, just like they used to

Reflecting on the speaker's life, acknowledging achievements, mistakes, and embracing all seasons of life.

Ain't I made mistakes, tried to make em right

Ain't I took a risk, ain't I shined bright

Ain't I took all seasons, made em springtime

Ain't I had a time, ain't I done it right

Ain't I made mistakes, tried to make em right

Ain't I took a risk, ain't I shined bright

Ain't I took all seasons, made em spring

Preparing for the final verse, expressing anticipation of a flavorful and fulfilling conclusion to life.

The HI-C Fruit punchline gonna be so juicy

Yeah, it's boutta have too much flavor

What would you do now if there was no later?

Something I ask myself

My self like, boy, you know the answer well

Make music, chase liquor with hi fives

Indulge camaraderie, don a big smile

I once was a young rugrat with a Cers cap, few years went by

Turned to a young Kit Kat with a peach fuzz mustache

These days, I'm a young man, and I learned that

This life ain't a search for a climax

Encouraging living in the moment, appreciating life's simple pleasures.

Ironically celebrating the concept of a "happy deathday."

Reiteration of the elaborate scenario associated with the speaker's death, emphasizing accomplishments and experiences.

One left foot, one right foot

A hundred trumpets

And everybody that I poured one out for calling my name

They saved every single drop and they dap me the same as they used to

Yeah, yeah, just like they used to

Ain't I had a time, ain't I done it right

Ain't I made mistakes, tried to make em right

Ain't I took a risk, ain't I shined bright

Ain't I took all seasons, made em springtime

Reflection on the speaker's life journey, acknowledging mistakes, risks, and the transformative power of time.

Ain't I made mistakes, tried to make em right

Ain't I took a risk, ain't I shined bright

Ain't I took all seasons, made em springtime