We're Already Ded + Marty (prod. by Eggy) lyrics

by

Ocean (gråta djävulen)


[Ocean]
I don't wanna be nothing like you
I don't wanna do the things that you do
I'm sitting on butter and it's missing a roof
I'm high as the blue
And you know that it's true

I don't wanna be you nope
NASCAR in that Benzy hoe
Rolling bones got heavy smoke
Expensive clothes clothes full of holes

I don't wanna be you nope
NASCAR in that Benzy hoe
Rolling bones got heavy smoke

[V.I Ocean]
It's the f*cking dope man
Teeth Jack Frost man
Imma die so soon
Codeine color coffin

Tip the Big red often
Shawty I can make you mine
She looked me in my eyes
And ask my sign and I said dollar signs

[V.II Marty]
Eat these beats like they edibles
Pull up on your b*tch with no roof
Ocean in that Audi too
Yea n*gga we got plenty coupes

Get your b*tch up off the drugs
You know that she wanna f*ck
No b*tch we don't f*ck and cuff
All you doing is f*ck suck

[V.III]
Hit the plug for all kinda drugs
Acid, Opi, Goop holy f*ck
Living fast cause I'm in a rush
Dye my hair counting striped blue bucks

[V.IV Marty]
Off the lean I'm in a dream
You know she wanna f*ck my team
Living million dollar dreams
Wish a n*gga touch our cream

[V.V Ocean]
I'm weird as f*ck but make girls drool
My b*tch is Kim Possible

[V.VI Marty]
Ocean won't you roll the doob
Smoke a f*cking blunt or two

[V.VII]
[O] Bucket seats
[M] Rarri speed
[O] AMG
[M] Off the lean
[O] Gishin' spend 'scrib like a fool
[M] Yeah b*tch we got pistols too

[V.VIII Ocean]
I feel like Peter Pan
Breaking apart a half a Xan
I'm not misunderstood
It just that the world don't understand

[V.VIIII Marty]
Dope man dope man
Roll up the dope man
I'm off the f*cking Xan
Might pour up a four man

[V.X Ocean]
Mind gone have you seen her ?
Sorry wouldn't wanna be ya
Diamonds dancing death of ballerina
My hair Natalie-ah

Purple got me slurring words
Hold up f*ck it bring it back
I be finding pills in my Dior shoes
I'm off the map

[V.XI Marty]
Selling packs selling wax
Right out of the f*cking trap
Fire bullets at your back

If you try and touch our packs
No n*gga we don't lack
Have n*ggas run in yo trap
So you better not touch that sack

[Hook]

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