Buried alive

One, two, three, four, who's that fool under the floor
Five, six, seven, eight, lots of time to masturbate
I'm not high, I'm buried alive
I'm not high, I'm buried alive

I won't die, just give me five
I'm not high, I'm buried alive
Ten feet underground, I can't hear a sound
Only my own thoughts that keep on spinning round and round

In a wooden chest, heavy on my breast
I know I should be happy, I need to take a rest
Listen to me baby, I can see you're getting high
High up in the sky, you can almost fly

Take a look and see that I am really far behind
Really hard to find, I don't really mind
Screwing with my brain, am I going insane
Let me please remain, in my wooden frame

I was always told you should think out of the box
But out there I'm between the hard place and a lot of rocks
All successful people, pictures on the internet
I cannot forget, nothing to regret

Take my Apple iPhone, throw it in the god damn wall
Digging me a hole, who you gonna call
Won't you please stop, digging me up
I'm not high, I'm buried alive

I'm not high, I'm buried alive
I won't die, just give me five
I'm not high, I'm buried alive
You're the perfect influencer, just one of a kind

I want to unwind, going off my mind
Opportunity come knocking, you'll be right there on the spot
Taking all the shots, while you still look hot
Here in my new home, it is always dark

If you want to find me, go search somewhere in the park
Not an easy task, I am well concealed
But if you ask me, it's the only way I'm getting healed
Won't you please stop digging me up

I'm not high, I'm buried alive
I'm not high, I'm buried alive
I won't die, just give me five
I'm not high, I'm buried alive

I'm not high, I'm buried alive
I'm not high, I'm buried alive
I won't die, just give me five
I'm not high, I'm buried alive



Credits
Writer(s): Nystroem Berndt Aake, Rickie Morgan Silwerhorn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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