paroles de chanson 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