Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Woke Up Dead, artist - Murs. Album song Have a Nice Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.05.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Woke Up Dead |
Last night I had a dream that I woke up dead |
A motherfucker put some money on my head |
Cold sweat, wide awake in my bed |
I guess I should’ve took my meds |
I’m so sedated, self medicated |
Hoping that the threats on my life are never predicated |
If this is the price of fame, I should’ve hesitated |
I don’t wanna die in the streets, I’m too educated |
Type of shit you need a vest for |
Type of shit that can’t be fixed with high test scores |
Getting pressed more, as the fame builds |
But my shrink keep prescribing me the same pills |
Can’t kill a motherfucker just for lookin' at me |
Even though I know his ass is plottin' when he lookin' at me |
Statute of limitations on a murder is |
Non-existent. |
If I hit him, I’ll be serving years |
This morning I woke up dead |
Comatose, two shots to the head |
Finally got me, that’s what they said |
This morning I woke up dead |
For years I’ve been having dreams that I get shot |
Then them niggas go runnin' up the block |
Me and Terry just chillin' at the spot |
They pull up in the Cutlass, start bustin', then I drop |
Start running, I collapse on the corner |
Neighbors start yellin', somebody call the coroner |
Standing over me, blood on my denim |
Kinda like Omar did Snoop when he hit ‘em |
Wreath wrapped up in blue ribbon |
Nobody at the funeral, knew that I was Crippin' |
Well I’m not, but on the block, who isn’t? |
If you kick it on the spot, then it don’t make a difference |
You can get shot just because you with 'em |
And every cop thinkin' that you fit the description |
Gettin' older as my life get’s shorter |
Livin' with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder |
This morning I woke up dead |
Comatose, two shots to the head |
Finally got me, that’s what they said |
This morning I woke up dead |
I asked my mama not to move up out the hood |
She fucked around and she moved to Inglewood |
And to her, everything is all good |
‘Cause she doesn’t understand, if she never understood |
Niggas lookin' at me all crazy |
I’m standing on the corner with my baby |
Ready for whatever, ‘cause that’s how the streets made me |
Ain’t a fuckin' thing changed in this city since the ‘80s |