Lyrics Dead Man Walking (feat. Rose Gold & Nick Grant) - Nick Grant , Terrace Martin , Rose Gold
He
ain't
wanna
play
fair
Never
care
about
trust
He
ain't
wanna
be
here
With
the
rest
of
us
(One
more
time)
He
ain't
wanna
play
fair
Never
care
about
trust
He
ain't
wanna
be
here
With
the
rest
of
us
It's
a
dead
man
walking
these
streets
Get
that
dead
man
away
from
me
He's
too
close
and
starting
to
stink
Keep
that
dead
man
away
from
me
I'ma
die
a
legend
Martin,
Aston
Martin
Drive
reckless
Poor
blind
and
wretched
My
faults
are
meshed
with
This
criminal
shit
And
God's
blessings
Confusion
like
births
of
new
testaments
But
if
it's
so
How
can
I
explain
to
God
My
negligence
Lay
in
bed
with
labels
that
Fuck
you
raw
The
internet
model
you
wanna
date
Sleeps
on
the
floor
Ain't
making
sure
your
mama's
straight
He
buys
bottle
service
for
all
Kinda
hard
to
be
perfect
When
I
can
see
you
nigga's
flaws
Declaring
war
These
nigga's
is
cowards
They
flinch
from
a
mile
away
Just
gimme
my
flowers
I'm
fuckin
the
essence
I
finger
nostalgia
You
fighting
for
vengeance
or
power?
The
things
I
think
about
As
I'm
fighting
my
stylist
on
who's
flyer
Knowledge
Tyson
throwin
blows
at
Mitch
Green
outside
I'm
Gucci
Use
your
eyes
to
seduce
me
Flow
nasty,
sucio
I'm
a
nuisance
Ghetto
flashy
nigga
Act
like
you
knew
me
This
shit
I
write
Makes
you
ball
up
your
loose
leaf
Cheers
to
the
new
me,
nigga
It's
a
dead
man
walking
these
streets
Get
that
dead
man
away
from
me
He's
too
close
and
startin'
to
stink
Keep
that
dead
man
away
from
me
It's
a
dead
man
walking
these
streets
Get
that
dead
man
away
from
me
He's
too
close
and
starting
to
stink
Keep
that
dead
man
away
from
me
It's
a
dead
man
walking
these
streets
Get
that
dead
man
away
from
me
He's
too
close
and
starting
to
stink
Keep
that
dead
man
away
from
me
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