The Dead
Damn
What's going on in your head
You can go pop you a blue
I just might pop me a red
I just be sipping on red
Everybody know that you're gone
But I'll make you wish you were dead
And even if you go missing
Imma make sure that you dread
Please do not play with me
I'll fuck you up in the head
Please do not push me, cuz I be walking on the edge
Don't be playing with my feelings
Handcuff you to the bed, I be talking to the dead
Find something safe to do instead
I am not one to play with, don't let the woke fool ya (Nah)
Already knew what the rule was
Time for me to blow the bugle (Bugle)
All smoke like I'm Cuban (Cuban)
All these girls so boujee (Yeah)
And I know I can't be stupid (Nah)
This that music
Gotta stay true man
Hey, I been finding peace like Buddha
Do not mess it up for me or Imma have to call my shootas
What's going on in your head
You can go pop you a blue
I just might pop me a red
I just be sipping on red
Go call your man instead
You gone need somewhere to stay
Cause' I cannot be in this house
If I know you gon' trip anyway
You're being petty, you're being petty
It's getting to the point where this relationship is becoming deadly
But I keep it steady, I kept it steady
I need to slow down before I blow up like confetti
There was a time the sun would shine on your heart everyday
There was a time the rain would always go away
There was a time that I could call you and we could gon' head slide
And you told me to my damn face you always gon' ride
That time is over, now that I'm sober (Yeah, yeah)
Sipping on red (Yeah, yeah)
Looking at you like the joker (Damn fool)
I was a clown baby cause' I couldn't look over
All of the lies that you was telling me
Over and over and over (Yeah)
Over and over (Over)
Over (Over)
What's going on in your head
I just might pop me a red
I just be sipping on red
I just be sipping on red
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I just be sipping on red
I just be sipping on red
You can go pop you a blue, I'm gonna pop me a red
What's going on in my head, I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking, I be talking
I be talking, I be talking
I be talking, I be talking
What's going on in your head
You can go pop you a blue
I just might pop me a red
I just be sipping on red
Everybody know that you're gone
But I'll make you wish you were dead
And even if you go missing
Imma make sure that you dread
Please do not play with me
I'll fuck you up in the head
Please do not push me, cuz I be walking on the edge
Don't be playing with my feelings
Handcuff you to the bed, I be talking to the dead
Find something safe to do instead
I am not one to play with, don't let the woke fool ya (Nah)
Already knew what the rule was
Time for me to blow the bugle (Bugle)
All smoke like I'm Cuban (Cuban)
All these girls so boujee (Yeah)
And I know I can't be stupid (Nah)
This that music
Gotta stay true man
Hey, I been finding peace like Buddha
Do not mess it up for me or Imma have to call my shootas
What's going on in your head
You can go pop you a blue
I just might pop me a red
I just be sipping on red
Go call your man instead
You gone need somewhere to stay
Cause' I cannot be in this house
If I know you gon' trip anyway
You're being petty, you're being petty
It's getting to the point where this relationship is becoming deadly
But I keep it steady, I kept it steady
I need to slow down before I blow up like confetti
There was a time the sun would shine on your heart everyday
There was a time the rain would always go away
There was a time that I could call you and we could gon' head slide
And you told me to my damn face you always gon' ride
That time is over, now that I'm sober (Yeah, yeah)
Sipping on red (Yeah, yeah)
Looking at you like the joker (Damn fool)
I was a clown baby cause' I couldn't look over
All of the lies that you was telling me
Over and over and over (Yeah)
Over and over (Over)
Over (Over)
What's going on in your head
I just might pop me a red
I just be sipping on red
I just be sipping on red
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I just be sipping on red
I just be sipping on red
You can go pop you a blue, I'm gonna pop me a red
What's going on in my head, I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking, I be talking
I be talking, I be talking
I be talking, I be talking
Credits
Writer(s): De'aree Harris
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