Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Woke Up Dead , by - Murs. Song from the album Have a Nice Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |