Dead ft. Black Seoul Lyrics

My name is Chabewra

The man that has no fear of

Anything, I don't need to cheer up

More than anything I really need to beer up

Psychopath, I'm feeling like Akira

Akira, I know you never ever hear of

A black man playing Pacman in a Learjet

Non stop gonna make me wanna tear up

Uh

Twitter make me feel bad

I got 20 followers and I'm still sad

That ain't enough, I wanna feel that, uh

Power that I feel when I kill that

Pum pum or verse on a ill track, uh

If you really wanna know just peel back, uh

My skull, inside you'll find a steel trap, uh

It's my mind

You'll never steal that, uh

Yep, uh

The future of the city

No Fun Committee

I want to pity

I want to love, but I won't admit it

Give me the gun 'cause I want to

DEAD

I don't know what to do with my life

DEAD

I don't know what to do with my life

DEAD

There's no happiness

There's no way for me to come back from this

No I'm not happy to clap for this

Life that I'm living oo subtract me this

I'm sorry, I'm bad at this

They say that I should be an optimist

But, in real life there's no option, it's

Yes or no

No's the answer

Unless it's cancer

Man, I need a lunar lander

We goin extinct and I don't wanna pander

But I need her to hand her life over to me

Like Adam Sandler in that hotel movie

I might Vamp-ir

I candor 'cause I don't care if you call me the Champ or standard

I aim for the hamper or the scrapper

Treat me just like a pamper

DEAD

I don't know what to do with my life

DEAD

I don't know what to do with my life

DEAD

I don't even care about a beat

I'll go a cappella, got me feelin' like a beast

So I don't give a damn if you don't care about me

Obviously you don't if you there without me

You don't love me if you forget about me

I'm nasty

Feel it when I'm spittin' on the beat

Need three girls and they feelin' on me

Why you spillin' blood

Bodies chillin' on the street

Time to gather up the strong and pair 'em with the weak

The devil is a lie

Word to the meek

Crucifix tattoo, prayer on fleek

No time for the chapel

Pray for me

Holy water all dried up

Ce la Vie

Better pay up or catch a fade from me, uh

I don't hate no more so don't hate on me

Getting you to care is my J. O. -

DEAD

They know just what to do with your life

DEAD

They know just what to do with your life

DEAD