Death Lyrics

I keep trying to find a way I can't wait for you, baby

You swear that you're chasing it Leave all that to the city

Always know that there's no safe in you and me

Ayo, Dodge, what you doing

They got so many ways to die Asking all these questions, I just wonder why

There's a hundred ways to live and a thousand ways to die

Asking is it really worth it, do I need to stay alive

But when you leave, you ain't coming back That's the thing that keep on setting everybody

Off track When you die, you won't remember

All the shit you did and the things you worked for

So what is it for

What is it for

What is it for

What is it for

Tell me, do you know, do you know who's in store

Drinking all this liquor, got me falling to the floor

Tell me that I shouldn't pour Tell me that I shouldn't pour

I know I shouldn't pour, but I still pour

Tell me, what is it for

Tell me, what is it for

Tell me, what is it for

Tell me, what is it for

Let me give you a lesson Take you, take you back to the back, back

Section Look into the mirror, tell me about your reflection

I ain't talking about your body, skin tone or complexion

I'm talking about the soul that you got inside The thing that stay alive when your body die

When you leave, you gon' try to give your loudest cry

But ain't nobody gonna hear you, so you start to confide

And as you leave this earth You start to think about what you're worth

Did I do it all right

Am I going up or down

Is it even real or am I stuck deep in the ground

And there's nothing after that, when you die you gone

Everybody doing them and you been laying all alone

You know that people gon' move on

You get no touch, no love All this shit you work for hanging above

You just wish you did something Now the lights out, ain't no talking, no discussing

When you die, you get come, come back When you die, you won't come, come back

When you die, you get come, come back When you die, you won't come, come back

And they just got so many ways to die Asking all these questions, I just wonder why

There's a hundred ways to live and a thousand ways to die

Asking is it really worth it, do I need to stay alive

But when you leave, you ain't coming back That's the thing that keep on setting everybody off track

When you die, you won't remember All this shit you did and the things you worked for

So what is it for? What is it for

What is it for? What is it for