Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death of Me, artist - Andy Mineo. Album song Never Land, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.01.2014
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Death of Me |
Yeah, pocket full of boarding passes |
Huh, I don’t know what city I was in last |
But I’m out here trying to make an impact |
Same time keep myself intact |
Say, take it, take it easy A like it’s gym class |
Tell me how I could? |
there’s slaves in world |
Before I die I’m trying to see us end that |
So I move fast, Ramadan |
Ugh, most fast, autobahn |
Who cares if I ever get a grammy nom |
If my soul takes L’s, phenomenon |
Still can’t believe I get paid for this |
As a kid all I did was pray for this |
Now I’m living out my dream, craziest |
Got me really feeling like I was made for this! |
At the same time never knew how dangerous |
It could be when lives start getting changed to this |
When somebody say you they favorite |
Guess it carry some weight to it |
You know, cuz ugh |
That’s power and that’s influence, the temptation is |
To use it for myself and serve somebody else |
I’m sitting here buggin just rememberin |
What them rappers showed me, ugh |
How to bag a honey, stack the money |
They said I was mac by the number of shorties that I could smash |
Now I’m waiting on that matrimony |
Cuz, I’ve been changed up, lil homie came up |
It’s depressing, kicking with dudes I used to look up to |
They still on that same stuff |
I ain’t have no role models, now I gotta be one |
I bought the lie hiphop sold me, man I want a refund. |
I feel like it’s the real me |
Feel me? |
Yeah, I been changed |
But I’m still me |
What I am now |
Not what I will be |
I’m trying to give life |
But this could be the death of me |
Oh |
The death of me |
This could be the death of me |
Oh |
(just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me) |
Yeah-yeah-yeah |
The death of me |
This could be the death of me |
(just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me) |
Yeah-yeah-yeah |
Look, mama feel like she losing me |
To this lifestyle that’s consuming me |
I travel every weekend |
Even when I’m weak, man |
You know what that to do to me |
Huh? |
Back pain, back pain |
Sleeping on planes and feeling like Bruce Wayne |
Blackout all night on that stage |
Man, I need a batcave just to get away |
Uhh |
Jesus retreated to speak with his Father |
I know that I need it |
My career been growing |
But tell me where I’m going if my time with God is depleted |
(Nowhere) |
God, I’m sorry, I mean it |
All I want to do is walk with you but |
My priorities wrong, I talk about you more than I talk with you |
Uhh |
One of my mentors taught me |
Whenever things get foggy |
If you wanna grow in God |
It’s not complicated |
It just costy |
Gotta spend that time, currency |
Uhh, overtime gets to learn to be |
Uhh, strong enough to admit I’m weak |
To meet with God I’ll need his needs |
Yeah, 2014 bout' to be different |
I think my favorite word will be no |
Opportunities come and they go, but |
None of them is worth my soul |
That’s somethin' that you can’t afford, and |
Got me thinking what’s most important |
Uhh, I get kicks watching grown men in line for some Jordans |
Nowadays, time is fortune, but chasing fortune is all consuming |
I feel like God is calling dudes |
They just wanna play Call of Duty |
This that Peter Pan |
At the dinner table out in Never Land |
Eating, can’t nobody see it but me and my boys |
That’s the way I wanna keep it |
Huh |
Aye, I lost a couple friends to this new season |
Jealousy and hate for a few reasons |
Used to be down, now whassup? |
Guess everybody around when the fun’s up |
Yeah |
Got me feeling like Céli Dé |
Women wanna holla, I just tell em' that I’m taken |
Even if I wasn’t I’d be slow for the taking |
I don’t if they love me or the money I’m making |
(I don’t know!) |
Ain’t no way to really tell |
Where somebody heart truly at |
Bad girls coming at me looking good |
Showing off they body, that’s a booby trap |
Been low, but I never let my guard down |
Huh? |
Buddy, I ain’t crazy |
You ain’t bout' to catch me slipping |
Put a million dollar baby! |
(No sir!) |
Me and Dre trying to eat good |
Cutting out the nonsense |
On the road trying to give life |
Huh? |
But, I might lose mine in the process |
I ain’t have no role models, now I gotta be one |
I bought the lie hip-hop sold me, man I want a refund. |
I feel like it’s the real me |
Feel me? |
Yeah, I been changed |
But I’m still me |
What I am now |
Not what I will be |
I’m trying to give life |
But this could be the death of me |
Oh |
The death of me |
This could be the death of me |
Oh |
(just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me) |
Yeah-yeah-yeah |
The death of me |
This could be the death of me |
(just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me) |
Yeah-yeah-yeah |