Drake - Over My Dead Body Lyrics
how i'm feeling, it doesn't mattercause you know i'm okayinstead, i ask myself "why do you hurt me?"when you know, you know i'm the samei know, i know that you love me babytime to take you away from meonly over my dead body…[drake - verse 1]i think i killed everybody in the game last year, man***** it i was on thoughand i thought i found the girl of my dreams at a strip club***** it i was wrong thoughshout out all to all my niggas living tax freenow-a-days its six figures when they tax meoh well, i guess you lose some and win somelong as the outcome is incomeyou know i want it all and then someshout out to asian girls, let the lights dim sumshots came, i don't know where they was sent fromprobably some bad hoes about to take the hemp fromyeah, you know me well niggai mean you ain't the only real niggathey got me on these white women like seal niggaslave to the p-ssy but i'm just playing the field niggaare these people discussing my career again?asking if i'll be going platinum in a year againdon't i got the shit the world wanna hear again?don't michael jordan still got his hoop earing in?man all of your flows bore me: paint dryingand i don't ever be trippin off of what ain't mineand i be hearing shit you say through the grapevinebut jealousy is just love and hate at the same timeit's been that way from the beginningi just been playing, i aint even know that i was winningand this is the only sound you should fearman, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright[hook]i know, i know that you love me babythe time to take you away from meonly over my dead body[drake - verse 2]you say i'm old news, where who the new star?cause if i'm going anyway, it's probably too farjust performed at a bar mitzvah over in the statesused half of the money to beat my brother's casered wine over fed timeand shout out to the niggas that's doing deadtimeshout out to the *****es there when it's bedtimeand ***** you to the niggas that think it's their timeyeah, don't make me take your life apart boyyou and whoever the ***** gave you your start boyor you wanna be a mutha*****in funny guy?don't make me break your kevin heart boyyeah, it's whatever. you know, feeling good, living betteri think maybe i was numb to it last yearbut you know i feel it now more than evermy city love me like mac dre in the baysecond album, i'm back paving the waythe backpackers are back on the bandwagonlike this was my comeback season back, back in the dayand i met your baby moms last nightwe took a picture together — i hope she frames it!and i was drinking at the palms last nightand ended up losing everything that i came withfeel like i've been here before huh?i still got 10 years to go huh?this is the only sound you should fearthese kids wear crowns over hereand everything is all right[hook]
