Over My Dead Body
by DrakeChords
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Intro
Chorus
How I'm
feeling, i
t doesn't
matter
'Cause you
know I'm o
kay
In
stead, I
ask myself,
"Why do you
worry?"
When you
know, you
know I'm t
he same
I
know, I
know you don't l
ove me,
baby
They're
trying to
take you aw
ay from
me
On -
ly
over m
y dead
bo -
- -
dy
Verse 1
I think I
killed e'rybody
In the
game last year, man,
fuck it, I was on though
And I thought I found the
girl of my dreams
At a
strip club, mmm-mmm,
fuck it, I was wrong though
Shout out to all my
niggas living tax free
Nowadays it's six
figures when they tax me
Oh well, I guess you
lose some and win so
me
Long as the
outcome is income
You know I want it
all and then some
Shout out to Asian girls,
let the lights dim some
Shots came, I don't
know where they was sent from
Probably some bad hoes I'm '
bout to take the hint from
Yeah, you know me
well, nigga, yeah
I mean you ain't the only
real nigga
They got me
on these white women like
Seal, nigga
Slave to the
pussy but I'm just playing the
field, nigga, yeah
Are these people really di
scussing my career again?
Asking if I'll be going
platinum in a year again?
Don't I got the shit the
world wanna hear again?
Don't Michael Jordan still
got his hoop earring in?
Man all of your flows
bore me: paint drying
And I don't ever be
trippin off of what ain't mine
And I be hearing the shit
you say through the grapevine
But jealousy is just
love and hate at the same time
Yeah, it's
been that way from the beginning
I just been playing, I ain't
even notice I was winning
And this is the only
sound you should fear
Man, these
kids wear crowns over
here and everything is all right
Chorus
Oh, I
know you don't l
ove me,
baby
They're
trying to
take you aw
ay from
me
On -
ly
over m
y dead
bo -
- -
dy
Verse 2
You say I'm old news
, well who the new star?
Cause if I'm going any
where, it's probably too far
Just performed at a Bar
Mitzvah over in the State
s
Used half of the
money to beat my brother's ca
se
Red
wine over Fed time
And shout out to the
niggas that's doing dead time
Shout out to the
bitches there when it's bedtime
And fuck you to the
niggas that think it's their time
Yeah, don't make me
take your life apart, boy
You and whoever the
fuck gave you your start boy
Oh, you wanna be a
motherfucking funny gu
y?
Don't make me
break your Kevin Hart, boy
Yeah,
it's whatever
You know, feeling
good, living better
I think maybe I was
numb to it last year
But you know I feel it
now more than ever
My city love me like
Mac Dre in the Bay
Second album, I'm
back paving the way
The backpackers are
back on the bandwagon
Like
this was my comeback season
back, back in the day
And I met your baby
moms last night
We took a picture to
gether, I hope she frames it!
And I was drinking at the
Palms last night
And ended up losing
everything that I came with
Yeah, feel like I've
been here before, huh?
I still got
ten years to go, huh?
And this is the only
sound you should fear
Man, these
kids wear crowns over
here and everything is all right
Chorus
Oh, I
know you don't l
ove me,
baby
They're
trying to
take you aw
ay from
me
On -
ly
over m
y dead
bo -
- -
dy
Outro
(Three in the morning, still going down)
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