Buried Alive by TRVR Lyrics
Yeah, mmm yeah
Yeah
I ain't dead yet
Mmm, I ain't dead yet
Bitch, if I was dead, yes
Then I’d be dead but, I ain’t dead yet
Yall gotta move, yall better move
Step up in the room, irrelevant rules, the pressure resumes
My element too special for you, especially you
A testament to my definite groove, definite proof
Pessimist mood, aim at your brow, like Pelican dude (AD!)
The effort is too effortless, loot
An elephant’s room, make it my residence soon
Delicate ooh but arrogant too
I kill em and then I reel em back in
To kill em again, the evidence looms
Been at this shit for 10 years, man that’s on and off
They nappin’ on the kid like white vans, I’m off the wall
No raining on parades, I’ll hurricane your Mardi Gras
This rap shit I create is art like Robert Ross (Bob Ross)
Man that’s Bobby, this shit for me is a hobby
But those tryna get a deal y’all cannot top me
You think you’re flyin high, I come through, kamikaze
Skrrting on these hoes like Maserati, man it’s so hard to copy
But a baddie with a temper offer me that sloppy
I hate being an introvert, I want em all to watch me
But am I an introvert or am I an extrovert?
‘Cause I don’t wanna talk to him but I want the best of her
It’s so hard living this average groovy life
Thinking you’re fuckin wrong but you’re absolutely right
Smokin’ on some strong, that’s a massive mood tonight
They’ll see your true colors when you passin through the light
No more sittin’ back man I’m dashin’ through the mic
Spazzin through the night, blunt in hand pass it to the right
I been gone for a while, you know some tiny slips
But I ain't dead yet, Undertaker ‘96, bitch
Yeah
I ain't dead yet
Mmm, I ain't dead yet
Bitch, if I was dead, yes
Then I’d be dead but, I ain’t dead yet
Yall gotta move, yall better move
Step up in the room, irrelevant rules, the pressure resumes
My element too special for you, especially you
A testament to my definite groove, definite proof
Pessimist mood, aim at your brow, like Pelican dude (AD!)
The effort is too effortless, loot
An elephant’s room, make it my residence soon
Delicate ooh but arrogant too
I kill em and then I reel em back in
To kill em again, the evidence looms
Been at this shit for 10 years, man that’s on and off
They nappin’ on the kid like white vans, I’m off the wall
No raining on parades, I’ll hurricane your Mardi Gras
This rap shit I create is art like Robert Ross (Bob Ross)
Man that’s Bobby, this shit for me is a hobby
But those tryna get a deal y’all cannot top me
You think you’re flyin high, I come through, kamikaze
Skrrting on these hoes like Maserati, man it’s so hard to copy
But a baddie with a temper offer me that sloppy
I hate being an introvert, I want em all to watch me
But am I an introvert or am I an extrovert?
‘Cause I don’t wanna talk to him but I want the best of her
It’s so hard living this average groovy life
Thinking you’re fuckin wrong but you’re absolutely right
Smokin’ on some strong, that’s a massive mood tonight
They’ll see your true colors when you passin through the light
No more sittin’ back man I’m dashin’ through the mic
Spazzin through the night, blunt in hand pass it to the right
I been gone for a while, you know some tiny slips
But I ain't dead yet, Undertaker ‘96, bitch