paroles de chanson Living With the Deads - Lil Silk
The
real
one
Yea
I
sill
my
heart
on
everything
I
record
You
know
The
real
one
We
gon'
keep
this
shit
moving
like
speed
racers
I
put
my
pain
inside
this
music
you
could
feel
it
Sometimes
I
wake
up
"fuck
the
world"
Feel
like
the
realist
I
came
straight
out
the
pavement
and
made
a
building
Now
I'm
living
with
the
deads
I
made
a
killing
Yes
I'm
living
with
the
deads
I
made
a
killing
baby
We
having
money
nowadays
so
you
could
bill
it
baby
They
looking
so
sideways
might
pop
a
wheelie
baby
Yes
I'm
living
with
the
dead
I
made
a
killing
baby
I
made
a
killing
RIP
to
my
pockets
I
pop
they
feel
it
it
ain't
no
doubt
about
it
Like
Capital
One
tell
me
what's
inside
your
wallet
Blue
Cheese
but
it
aint
no
chicken
my
pocket
Just
like
Cash
Out
yea
I
got
it
I'm
cashing
out
on
my
problems
I'm
peeping
the
posture
I'm
peeping
he's
an
imposture
Lil
mama
she
red
red
red
red
like
pasta
Got
them
racks
and
I
ran
ran
ran
ran
up
them
dollars
Put
my
heart
inside
this
music
when
I'm
talking
to
you
I
won't
bust
no
U-ie
ima
park
it
in
you
Heard
the
nigga
from
Amazon
just
got
a
trillion
Shit
tryna
pull
up
and
park
next
to
you
I
put
my
pain
inside
this
music
you
could
feel
it
Sometimes
I
wake
up
"fuck
the
world"
Feel
like
the
realist
I
came
straight
out
the
pavement
and
made
a
building
Now
I'm
living
with
the
deads
I
made
a
killing
Yes
I'm
living
with
the
deads
I
made
a
killing
baby
We
having
money
nowadays
so
you
could
bill
it
baby
They
looking
so
sideways
might
pop
a
wheelie
baby
Yes
I'm
living
with
the
dead
I
made
a
killing
baby
I
put
that
shit
on
everything
that
I
love
Put
it
in
they
face
just
like
a
flea
or
bug
We
not
talking
options
when
we
talking
Dior
Yea
yea
yea
Why
the
fuck
they
wanna
wake
up
the
boy
Why
the
fuck
they
want
me
to
come
down
and
destroy
I'm
a
alien
alien
alien
alien
yea
My
bitch
from
the
Westside
but
she
got
Brazilian
hair
I
knew
I
was
destined
for
this
journey
Whatever
I
don't
know
then
I'm
gon
learn
it
You
gotta
run
you
up
some
bands
before
your
sermon
Woke
up
this
morning
said
me
a
prayer
Lord
I'm
the
realist
I
put
my
pain
inside
this
music
you
could
feel
it
Sometimes
I
wake
up
"fuck
the
world"
Feel
like
the
realist
I
came
straight
out
the
pavement
and
made
a
building
Now
I'm
living
with
the
deads
I
made
a
killing
Yes
I'm
living
with
the
deads
I
made
a
killing
baby
We
having
money
nowadays
so
you
could
bill
it
baby
They
looking
so
sideways
might
pop
a
wheelie
baby
Yes
I'm
living
with
the
dead
I
made
a
killing
baby
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