Dead Alive
Smoking on that loud
Toking trees
Blowing clouds
Taking Xanax
Cos I'm down
Drinking lean
Slumped up now
Sipping gin
Head spinning round
And I just wanna feel
Like I'm six feet under ground
Like I'm six feet under ground
Every second I can feel
All I feel is pain
So I'm using all these drugs
To keep that shit away
Cos I'd rather be numb
Than feel anything at all
It stops me giving a fuck
When all I do is fall
I'm waking up still fucked up
From the night before
Another night I spent sleeping
On the bathroom floor
Blood drips from my nose
Cocaine headache, I want more
I'm looking in the mirror
I don't like what I see
I even hate myself
Why you think I'd show you peace?
I'll break your fucking head
Stomp you out and leave you dead
If you chat that shit again
I'm just seeing red
It's yo blood that's on my hands
It's yo blood that's on my hands
Roll up to the yard
In the backseat of a car
With my bitch around my arm
Switchblade in my pocket
Just in case some trouble starts
We turning up tonight
Yeah, we gone go hard
Yeah, we gone go hard
I need to lose my mind
Don't give a fuck if my heart stops
Drinking purple shit
And dropping pills and bars
Chugging on some spirits
Smoking bongs, sniffing lines
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
Smoking on that loud
Toking trees
Blowing clouds
Taking Xanax
Cos I'm down
Drinking lean
Slumped up now
Sipping gin
Head spinning round
And I just wanna feel
Like I'm six feet under ground
Like I'm six feet under ground
Like I'm six feet under ground
Like I'm six feet under ground
Toking trees
Blowing clouds
Taking Xanax
Cos I'm down
Drinking lean
Slumped up now
Sipping gin
Head spinning round
And I just wanna feel
Like I'm six feet under ground
Like I'm six feet under ground
Every second I can feel
All I feel is pain
So I'm using all these drugs
To keep that shit away
Cos I'd rather be numb
Than feel anything at all
It stops me giving a fuck
When all I do is fall
I'm waking up still fucked up
From the night before
Another night I spent sleeping
On the bathroom floor
Blood drips from my nose
Cocaine headache, I want more
I'm looking in the mirror
I don't like what I see
I even hate myself
Why you think I'd show you peace?
I'll break your fucking head
Stomp you out and leave you dead
If you chat that shit again
I'm just seeing red
It's yo blood that's on my hands
It's yo blood that's on my hands
Roll up to the yard
In the backseat of a car
With my bitch around my arm
Switchblade in my pocket
Just in case some trouble starts
We turning up tonight
Yeah, we gone go hard
Yeah, we gone go hard
I need to lose my mind
Don't give a fuck if my heart stops
Drinking purple shit
And dropping pills and bars
Chugging on some spirits
Smoking bongs, sniffing lines
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
I know it sounds strange
But when I feel dead, I'm alive
Smoking on that loud
Toking trees
Blowing clouds
Taking Xanax
Cos I'm down
Drinking lean
Slumped up now
Sipping gin
Head spinning round
And I just wanna feel
Like I'm six feet under ground
Like I'm six feet under ground
Like I'm six feet under ground
Like I'm six feet under ground
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Mooney
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