Living Dead (feat. QV, Matt Giordano & B.Goode)

Playing with the leaves Kicking with my feet seeing Streets that they speak They're coming to defeat Creaking in the knees Wind blowing Whis-per-ing Please be my fiend Skeletons and deeds Night of the living Roll off the creeps Deceive to mislead F*ck all your feeds I never talked bloody but I’m screaming out the rubbish Don’t talk to me bitch I mother-fucking lost it Go in on you And you And you You 45? The f*ck you do? This is all a hoax Living dead stay true Might just hit off the mic Ran pain Go through Lost in the sauce Matched with the drink Need a pumpkin brew And a bag of utz Need some muaha meds That roll up This living dead And we coast off This filled discrete No long talk This beat your box In that long run This was in-depth But now we don’t talk And we failed to see that time lost Kicking up the leaves Right through my feet And I see the streets they go They glow they glow I know I know Toe to toe Skeletons a squadron Witches with the cauldron go Go Go Go Going going ghost Like I'm on the coast of an abandoned island Most of you don't know what I have Learned over these years Most of you fear What I just know as life It's wild Only God's child Trying to live life before we're tied down You gotta leave town Keep hearing weird sounds Shit did you hear that? That couldn't be a mouse I'm outta this house I'll dash to the sound I'm going underground Yeah underground Shit see you in agartha Think I did my part sir Think I did my part sir Shit peace out Playing with the leaves Kicking with my feet seeing Streets that they speak They're coming to defeat Creaking in the knees Wind blowing Whis-per-ing Please be my fiend Skeletons and deeds