Lyrics:
me just to see what I finally lost
So I guess I'm just a fiend
Consumed by the scene
The stage and the screen where it's just me and Keane
And if I
DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead!
MORTICIAN: What?
CUSTOMER: Nothing -- here's your nine pence.
DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead!
MORTICIAN: Here -- he says he's
know who the real reaper is
(me) if I want you dead, then you will be
I ain't afraid to get dirt on my hands
That's why they're absolutely filthy
I'll
c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They
c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They
head, pain in my chest
My life with the people I know best
At this point it's hard to say
If I'm blinded by youth or slipping in old age
Why don't you
off their back and have 'em gettin' licks
I'm the neighborhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg
And Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro
sponsored by Margiela Maison and them
Now I feel like I'm high up in the air
I got your baby shaking like
A hit stick inside a?
I fucked her quick and fast
used to call Him Cyclopes
Running with his bitch now no Wonder why his side walk
Keane I'm sorry
I can't come home
I can hear you calling
Please use
really should leave your man i ain’t being pushy (ur mans a pussy)
I know im no boyfriend material but styll eating you out like cereal
Runnin’ from
Dead dead Ima kill em
Dead dead dead dead
With the needle and thread
(Jocin' in the park
I'm cold with it)
Dead dead dead sing indian red
(Jocin' in
on, dead on
Run off on a country nigga
Boy I'm dead wrong
Aiming at these fuck nigga
Boy you know I'm dead on dead on, dead on
I'm playing dead, but
queer
Or If you're a Jew or you're an
Arab a miner in a hole
Or if you are a dog because
You haven't got a soul
Or if you are a dead baby (Ha, ha)
You
hit'em up den im gone, tek him out tek him out... one by one-on
And im still that kid and im still out ere cos im still not rich
And its all for the cause
I'm making p's i'm Lil Peep wit all these L-L-Lines yeah
Dead Baby, Drop Dead
Drop-dead baby, drop-dead baby yah
Drop-dead, drop-dead baby
get I seem to piss it up the wall
Heart rate slowly rising then I feel sudden fall
I'm stood here on the street the winter breeze is icy cool
Ooo baby!
On your keychain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just a dead body man
We also collect dead bodies. So, if you know any dead people or you yourself are
of
His henchmen were gunned down
I rock a nigga to sleep
Rock-rock-a-bye, baby rock-rock-a-bye, baby
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my
like I'm dead
The worlds crumbling around us baby
What would you say
Life looks bad when you leave
And better when you stay
If you want it like your
Baby I feel dead, I can't get no peace of mind
I feel dead, living in this world of lies
I feel dead, nothing ever satisfies
I feel like im dead
of you that still linger
I am a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
I'm a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face i'm a VCR funeral
me here by tomorrow I'll be dead 'n' gone
I know the texts are green so baby please unblock my phone
So baby please come home, I'll be dead 'n' gone
you, I'll just pass you by
Cause' now I know without a shadow of a doubt,
I know, I'm better off baby, without you
school diploma but baby I'm a street soulja
School of the hard knocks every class I leap over
Smith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tov
Shoot a man
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