Kirk - Over My Dead Body lyrics

{Verse 1: Kirk} Why you always buggin' Why you trying to leave Why you trying to beef Why you always judging Always riding me Always trying to be finding me up to somethin' But then somethin' never comes And then you're stuck looking hella dumb Had a hope for change, but it never comes so Nevermind, I put that sh*t above you Recognize I do this 'cause I love you I'll set aside my pride if it calms you Sever ties? The fu*k you mean you want to {Chorus: Kirk} She wanna leave; I told that b*tch over my dead body And then when her friеnd intervene, I tеll that little b*tch get a hobby Why you always gotta blame me You see yourself and try to change me Everyday it seem like the same thing I try to stay G, but the pain stings You know you treated me bad and we swept the sh*t under the mat, yeah I try to leave sh*t in the past, but you know I'm not too good at that, yeah I got my feet on the dash, and this sh*t is coming too fast, yeah I know I'm fixin' to crash, I'm fixin' to crash, yeah {Bridge: Kirk} I know that I made a few mistakes And you know that you had some sh*tty ways Forget all the differences, it's okay {Verse 2: Codyneedshelp} Five hoes all in my face They wanna fu*k with the man now Timing is right, but you late They reaching, they all want a hand out b*tches stay out of my way I’m looking for only who stayed down She wanna fu*k on my waist and taste the life that I live now Hit my phone, but baby I’m not home, no I’m on the road, the diamonds keep my wrist froze My heart is cold, I wonder if you'd let go She don’t know I’m never coming home, no I am fine, just haven’t got enough yet What you like; no panties and a sundress We could drive, pull up there on sunset Down to die, the perkys got my head stressed The perkys got my head stressed I’m depressed and alone, who could want this Say I’m next, but I’m not, could never forget All the times late at night I sat in silence {Chorus: Kirk} She wanna leave; I told that b*tch over my dead body And then when her friend intervene, I tell that little b*tch get a hobby Why you always gotta blame me You see yourself and try to change me Everyday it seem like the same thing I try to stay G, but the pain stings You know you treated me bad and we swept the sh*t under the mat, yeah I try to leave sh*t in the past, but you know I'm not too good at that, yeah I got my feet on the dash, and this sh*t is coming too fast, yeah I know I'm fixin' to crash, I'm fixin' to crash, yeah