Dead people, dead peopleAaah the city is burningAaah it's burnt and brokenWatch out for zombie killersThey gonna eat your brainOne bite from zombie killersAnd you are one of THEM
Night of the living Dead
Aaah dead peopleAaah dead peopleZombie killersZombie killersDead!People..............Dead!

Tell me what's beyond the curtainMade of water, made of airAnd the kite is so redBut it does not flyRolling byOn the beachWith the three of usTell me what's beyond the curtainMade of water, made of iceAnd the kite is so redBut it does not flyPassing byOn the beachWith the three of usRunning with the windThe hands on the clockAre frozenThough the sun keeps shining
Like a sunny winter saturdayLike a sunny winter saturdayLike a sunny winter SaturdayWe were glowing on this sunny Saturday

All about that dough
All about that dough
Million dollar dreams turn to fiends at the liquor store
get it how u live how we love that's just how it go 2xIts real, as a non fiction flick, sittin still is hard to do
when that Ritalin is now apart of u
misdiagnosis, they told me I had ODD in third
grade, that’s a trap for me its sad
sick these games they play
the school to
prison pipelines is realer than ever
cant be a statistic so I gotta stay clever
but when u see me all. I see is preconceived notions
Black man got emotions
its just illegal to show it
SoEverybody wanna blame the thugs
but don’t wanna blame the CIA for all the drugs
they flooded the hood with. Heroin and that
crack
they call us extreme every time we fight back
I’m breaking through ya glass ceiling
and that’s for real
long as all. Of my people feel it? I don’t need a deal
u can keep ya Grammy red carpet and awards
accolades ain’t even what we out here fighting forAll about that dough
All about that dough
Million dollar dreams turn to fiends at the liquor store
get it how u live how we love that's just how it go 2x

I got to tell youI have this small problem of addictionaddiction to electronic musicI think you do tooget readyhahahahha

Hold your breath and count to ten,

You can’t hide here,

You can’t fight here.

Breath i n and try again,

The old familiar feeling.




Pull me under,

And heal the bones that feel alone,

A voice in my head said,

You can always talk about it.




The more you run,

The more you fear,

The more you waste,

The less you care.

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones.







Don’t you ever have to talk about it?

With your back to the wall you’re a loaded gun,

Undone.

Don’t you ever have the fear about it?

When it’s stacked in your favour,

But it comes out wrong,

Undone,

Undone.




So the writings on the wall,

But you don’t know it,

Cos you don’t own it.

And all the people you lean on,

Well you all owe them,

And you don’t know it.




Pull me under,

And heal the bones that feel alone,

A voice in my head said.




The more you run,

The more you fear,

The more you waste,

The less you care.

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones.







Don’t you ever have to talk about it?

With your back to the wall you’re a loaded gun,

Undone.

Don’t you ever have the fear about it?

When it’s stacked in your favour,

But it comes out wrong,

Undone,

Undone.