Brain Dead by LaLion Lyrics
This that brain dead, dug it up
We gon’ live forever, what
Brain dead, dug it up
Clever with that lack of love
Mama always told me homie you don’t think enough
Diamonds on my iris I ain’t flying for the stunt
Lost track of the fucks that I gave, oh
Lost track of the trust that I gave foes
Most passing the blunt move to yayo
Pay more for the pain never made more
I was young, I was dumb, I was dead broke
Now I’m living like a villain up on death row
Bene appealing been chilling grilling them by the bone
Old school snoop living like its 94
Now I’m feeling I’m killing them by the million, oh
Starting sinning the second I found it fitting, oh
Never fit in, reciprocal with division, oh
So despicable criminal with the minions Gru
Up to be the punk who feed, don’t fuck with me
The demons need a blunt a week
Cup of tea, the punk who breath, don’t fuck with me
The demons need a slut a week
Then I’m back at it, got to get my back tatted
Every single bad habit, led me to the damn attic
Working like a damn savage, I been in the pad panicked
Got to get my mom Patek, Ima get it on damn it
Ima be the one
Morpheus only us, demons dreaming by the ton
Copious opiates got me fiending feeling numb
I don’t really feel, I don’t really run
I don’t really feel, I don’t really run
This that brain dead, dug it up
We gon’ live forever, what
Brain dead, dug it up
Clever with that lack of love
Mama always told me homie you don’t think enough
Diamonds on my iris I ain’t flying for the stunt
Whatever you want I can get it all day
Whatever you need I could send it your way
Got to get a team just to slow me down
Working in my dreams, it’s a lonely crown
What I found out now, if I had that route
If I had face tats, I’d be up no doubt
But I’m ten toes down, and I play no part
I don’t make those memes, I don’t make World Star
Ay
Think about balling without a single deposit
All that I got is my mama hoping to prosper the product
They acknowledge the comet but ain't enough for the wallet
All I ever had was fucking pens in the pocket
All of us depending on me bending the sonnet
Mozart with the most heart breaks off a cold start
Break bad shit, Like I live in the Ozarks
Oh don’t talk don’t bark
We be keeping dogs around
We bleeding all the sound
We breathing all the rounds
We keep you falling down
You lacking stamina, fuck it damn it you bout to drown
I been shark the tails
Aqua man the crown
Cubans marking up, rolling it by the fucking bound
Oh no, don’t know, don’t drown
Four more hoes, my shows don’t clown
Show no love, no trust I found
This that brain dead, dug it up
We gon’ live forever, what
Brain dead, dug it up
Clever with that lack of love
Mama always told me homie you don’t think enough
Diamonds on my iris I ain’t flying for the stunt
Whatever you want I can get it all day
Whatever you need I could send it your way
Got to get a team just to slow me down
Working in my dreams, it’s a lonely crown
What I found out now
I don’t need shit no more
I don’t feel shit no more
Baby my lungs are sore
I’ve been up late with more
Maybe they hate me for
Making it great for more
Taking my pain to pour
Let me just break off yours
Maybe they hate me for
Making it great for more
We gon’ live forever, what
Brain dead, dug it up
Clever with that lack of love
Mama always told me homie you don’t think enough
Diamonds on my iris I ain’t flying for the stunt
Lost track of the fucks that I gave, oh
Lost track of the trust that I gave foes
Most passing the blunt move to yayo
Pay more for the pain never made more
I was young, I was dumb, I was dead broke
Now I’m living like a villain up on death row
Bene appealing been chilling grilling them by the bone
Old school snoop living like its 94
Now I’m feeling I’m killing them by the million, oh
Starting sinning the second I found it fitting, oh
Never fit in, reciprocal with division, oh
So despicable criminal with the minions Gru
Up to be the punk who feed, don’t fuck with me
The demons need a blunt a week
Cup of tea, the punk who breath, don’t fuck with me
The demons need a slut a week
Then I’m back at it, got to get my back tatted
Every single bad habit, led me to the damn attic
Working like a damn savage, I been in the pad panicked
Got to get my mom Patek, Ima get it on damn it
Ima be the one
Morpheus only us, demons dreaming by the ton
Copious opiates got me fiending feeling numb
I don’t really feel, I don’t really run
I don’t really feel, I don’t really run
This that brain dead, dug it up
We gon’ live forever, what
Brain dead, dug it up
Clever with that lack of love
Mama always told me homie you don’t think enough
Diamonds on my iris I ain’t flying for the stunt
Whatever you want I can get it all day
Whatever you need I could send it your way
Got to get a team just to slow me down
Working in my dreams, it’s a lonely crown
What I found out now, if I had that route
If I had face tats, I’d be up no doubt
But I’m ten toes down, and I play no part
I don’t make those memes, I don’t make World Star
Ay
Think about balling without a single deposit
All that I got is my mama hoping to prosper the product
They acknowledge the comet but ain't enough for the wallet
All I ever had was fucking pens in the pocket
All of us depending on me bending the sonnet
Mozart with the most heart breaks off a cold start
Break bad shit, Like I live in the Ozarks
Oh don’t talk don’t bark
We be keeping dogs around
We bleeding all the sound
We breathing all the rounds
We keep you falling down
You lacking stamina, fuck it damn it you bout to drown
I been shark the tails
Aqua man the crown
Cubans marking up, rolling it by the fucking bound
Oh no, don’t know, don’t drown
Four more hoes, my shows don’t clown
Show no love, no trust I found
This that brain dead, dug it up
We gon’ live forever, what
Brain dead, dug it up
Clever with that lack of love
Mama always told me homie you don’t think enough
Diamonds on my iris I ain’t flying for the stunt
Whatever you want I can get it all day
Whatever you need I could send it your way
Got to get a team just to slow me down
Working in my dreams, it’s a lonely crown
What I found out now
I don’t need shit no more
I don’t feel shit no more
Baby my lungs are sore
I’ve been up late with more
Maybe they hate me for
Making it great for more
Taking my pain to pour
Let me just break off yours
Maybe they hate me for
Making it great for more