Zeke
Tell 'em what you feeling right, now
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Tell 'em what you feeling right, now
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Tell 'em what you feeling right uh
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Tell 'em what you feeling right, uh
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Yeah
Walking Dead's a bop I get it
But why you haters rocking shit and not admit it
Or if you do there's not a sense of art up in it
I resent this
God forgive this
Shout repentance
God I meant it
And I will do my part to end it
Without even a partial sentence
I need some more of content within
I need more competent men and women offering wins
I can't rest in defeat like it's an ottoman
Your knowledge isn't complete, but who's apologing
Supply the 44Ds another zombies in
Fentynol, Percocet, feeling like that
Chilling on it, get me on it, it be like crack
Zeeking
Oh my God
I need me a Bill like Eilish
He won't do
Him not melodic
Your partner hitting on the salt
I don't know about it
But kind of need to know
I don't want to but I kind of need to know
Y'all zeeking, y'all really turning into zombies
Tell 'em what you feeling right now (tell 'em 'bout it, 'bout it)
Tell 'em what you feeling right now (tell 'em 'bout it, 'bout it)
Zeke, Zeke, Zeke
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Tell 'em what you feeling right, now
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Tell 'em what you feeling right uh
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Tell 'em what you feeling right, uh
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Yeah
Walking Dead's a bop I get it
But why you haters rocking shit and not admit it
Or if you do there's not a sense of art up in it
I resent this
God forgive this
Shout repentance
God I meant it
And I will do my part to end it
Without even a partial sentence
I need some more of content within
I need more competent men and women offering wins
I can't rest in defeat like it's an ottoman
Your knowledge isn't complete, but who's apologing
Supply the 44Ds another zombies in
Fentynol, Percocet, feeling like that
Chilling on it, get me on it, it be like crack
Zeeking
Oh my God
I need me a Bill like Eilish
He won't do
Him not melodic
Your partner hitting on the salt
I don't know about it
But kind of need to know
I don't want to but I kind of need to know
Y'all zeeking, y'all really turning into zombies
Tell 'em what you feeling right now (tell 'em 'bout it, 'bout it)
Tell 'em what you feeling right now (tell 'em 'bout it, 'bout it)
Zeke, Zeke, Zeke
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