Dead
My name is Chabewra
The man that has no fear of
Anything, I don't need to cheer up
More than anything I really need to beer up
Psychopath, I'm feeling like Akira
Akira, I know you never ever hear of
A black man playing Pacman in a Learjet
Non stop gonna make me wanna tear up
Uh
Twitter make me feel bad
I got 20 followers and I'm still sad
That ain't enough, I wanna feel that, uh
Power that I feel when I kill that
Pum pum or verse on a ill track, uh
If you really wanna know just peel back, uh
My skull, inside you'll find a steel trap, uh
It's my mind
You'll never steal that, uh
Yep, uh
The future of the city
No Fun Committee
I want to pity
I want to love, but I won't admit it
Give me the gun 'cause I want to
DEAD
I don't know what to do with my life
DEAD
I don't know what to do with my life
DEAD
There's no happiness
There's no way for me to come back from this
No I'm not happy to clap for this
Life that I'm living oo subtract me this
I'm sorry, I'm bad at this
They say that I should be an optimist
But, in real life there's no option, it's
Yes or no
No's the answer
Unless it's cancer
Man, I need a lunar lander
We goin extinct and I don't wanna pander
But I need her to hand her life over to me
Like Adam Sandler in that hotel movie
I might Vamp-ir
I candor 'cause I don't care if you call me the Champ or standard
I aim for the hamper or the scrapper
Treat me just like a pamper
DEAD
I don't know what to do with my life
DEAD
I don't know what to do with my life
DEAD
I don't even care about a beat
I'll go a cappella, got me feelin' like a beast
So I don't give a damn if you don't care about me
Obviously you don't if you there without me
You don't love me if you forget about me
I'm nasty
Feel it when I'm spittin' on the beat
Need three girls and they feelin' on me
Why you spillin' blood
Bodies chillin' on the street
Time to gather up the strong and pair 'em with the weak
The devil is a lie
Word to the meek
Crucifix tattoo, prayer on fleek
No time for the chapel
Pray for me
Holy water all dried up
Ce la Vie
Better pay up or catch a fade from me, uh
I don't hate no more so don't hate on me
Getting you to care is my J. O. -
DEAD
They know just what to do with your life
DEAD
They know just what to do with your life
DEAD
The man that has no fear of
Anything, I don't need to cheer up
More than anything I really need to beer up
Psychopath, I'm feeling like Akira
Akira, I know you never ever hear of
A black man playing Pacman in a Learjet
Non stop gonna make me wanna tear up
Uh
Twitter make me feel bad
I got 20 followers and I'm still sad
That ain't enough, I wanna feel that, uh
Power that I feel when I kill that
Pum pum or verse on a ill track, uh
If you really wanna know just peel back, uh
My skull, inside you'll find a steel trap, uh
It's my mind
You'll never steal that, uh
Yep, uh
The future of the city
No Fun Committee
I want to pity
I want to love, but I won't admit it
Give me the gun 'cause I want to
DEAD
I don't know what to do with my life
DEAD
I don't know what to do with my life
DEAD
There's no happiness
There's no way for me to come back from this
No I'm not happy to clap for this
Life that I'm living oo subtract me this
I'm sorry, I'm bad at this
They say that I should be an optimist
But, in real life there's no option, it's
Yes or no
No's the answer
Unless it's cancer
Man, I need a lunar lander
We goin extinct and I don't wanna pander
But I need her to hand her life over to me
Like Adam Sandler in that hotel movie
I might Vamp-ir
I candor 'cause I don't care if you call me the Champ or standard
I aim for the hamper or the scrapper
Treat me just like a pamper
DEAD
I don't know what to do with my life
DEAD
I don't know what to do with my life
DEAD
I don't even care about a beat
I'll go a cappella, got me feelin' like a beast
So I don't give a damn if you don't care about me
Obviously you don't if you there without me
You don't love me if you forget about me
I'm nasty
Feel it when I'm spittin' on the beat
Need three girls and they feelin' on me
Why you spillin' blood
Bodies chillin' on the street
Time to gather up the strong and pair 'em with the weak
The devil is a lie
Word to the meek
Crucifix tattoo, prayer on fleek
No time for the chapel
Pray for me
Holy water all dried up
Ce la Vie
Better pay up or catch a fade from me, uh
I don't hate no more so don't hate on me
Getting you to care is my J. O. -
DEAD
They know just what to do with your life
DEAD
They know just what to do with your life
DEAD
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Writer(s): Chabewra Abrams-brown
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