The Dead Lyrics – Margiela Myers
Singer: Margiela Myers
Title: The Dead
Heard he hate me, have him repeat what he said
I turn opps into opportunities…
Heard he hate me, have him repeat what he said
I turn opps into opportunities to get ahead
All these brown Borden bundles, looking like a loaf of bread
At my table you can’t seat, but you can – eat lead
He a baby boy, choppa rock him to his sleep – bed
I got n#gg#’s who, ain’t gon’ see the outside again
Pop a pill or two, tryna cope with voices in my head
I get mixed emotions weighing out the good from thе dead
Takе my hand, let’s take a walk through the shadows
I been through alot of battles
Grab the cleats, grill the cattle
If it’s beef – get to slappin’ at ’em (grrt)
You gonna need a paddle, through this water like a lake
I see hawks, like Seattle
He a snake, hear the rattle (hiss)
And if you diss, it’s rest in piss
See ya latter (oops)
See ya later!
I got ice in my veins, on the grind like I’m a skater
Cuz these blocks on the line, getting served by the waiters (ayy)
Heard he hate me, have him repeat what he said
I turn opps into opportunities to get ahead
All these brown Borden bundles, looking like a loaf of bread
At my table you can’t seat, but you can – eat lead
He a baby boy, choppa rock him to his sleep – bed
I got n#gg#’s who, ain’t gon’ see the outside again
Pop a pill or two, tryna cope with voices in my head
I get mixed emotions weighing out the good from the dead
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