Buried Alive
• Written by EasyRyder
Looking in the mirror, I'm embarrassed
I'm feeling like a suicidal terrorist
React like an infant whenever you are mention
Mind over matter never work for nemesis
I'm in the matter of man arm wrestling hands I
was dealt
When i said the music business was i all needed
When i got it i was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him addiction that would keep him in Mercedes Benz
Bright lights and Bryanna as a lady friend
My vice is similar, women love when you my type
And you're winning from everything that your palm write
Put her in the Palms Hotel, sin city
Devil in a dress, Platinum Chanel
Live the ambiance all cause the audience, one
day said i would do it
so instead of a verse being read
i'mma go and get some head off the strength of my music
i tell ya bad bitch your ass to fat capitalize that
and your weave look good with Indian tracks
tracking device on your used 5 series
i don't call back just blame it on your Canadian
the same day we say were in the area cruising in Orlando
hit me on the cellular thought he was gonna sell me
a false word like the rappers i know
sat down with a few drinks located where can't see us
A white waitress on standby when we need her
A black maybach bry pulled up jeep
no doors all that nigga was missing Aaliyah
Felt like the initiation
a reality living in the Matrix
We talk casually about the industry
And how the women be the taste makers for the shit we making
than he said he was same age as....
myself
and it didn't help cause it made me even more rude and impatient
So blame it on Mr. OVOXO
the reason why i'm breathing all the vanity i know
the reason why my best friend said she love me more than life
but i live a double life and need to let her go
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EasyRyder
Member since August 10 2014