Well, hell she walk like zombie Talk too cold Live in a graveyard Like the one I call home And when she wish riger mortis On my soul I don't wanna tell her But she gotta be told Because she talk like crazy Making my bed up Messing with the future When she know I got to get up Cannot break this silence Fuck my momentum I ain't gonna play Because I know just where she send 'em To the grave! To grave! And I say I just can't play dead I just can't play dead So I got one for my money Two for my soul Three times, I begging Get me outta this hole! I see her roll her sleeve up Looking for a beat up Telling you the things to feed the flavor in your ear But when she spit that venom Just like a viper She evil to the core But then she know that's what you like Got the shit on eleven Serving up a tension She cooking in her kitchen Seasoning, before she send 'em To the grave! To grave! And I say I just can't play dead I just can't play dead Because she talk like crazy Making my bed up Messing with the future When she know I got to get up Cannot break this silence Fuck my momentum I ain't gonna play Because she send 'em To the grave! To grave! Like I said I just can't play dead I just can't play dead
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