Jeff Martin - Dead lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeff Martin] Look what everybody's talkin' 'bout Young kid. my man, I never had a doubt Next year this boy is gunna' see a crowd One shot K.O., call him Paqueo But he's not all great he got flaws too Like the life of gold and the applause too Perfections slim, find the right move He will scope you out and he will find you This life he wants is too out there This life he needs is so unfair His mood will rip so just beware Your skin will bend and leave no heir Yeah, never give up on dream no matter what the cost Always make your own decisions, be your own boss Keep it fresh, keep it clean, give a good floss Make 'em taste the glory of your own sauce Be what you want and always give a fight They'll scrape and claw and maybe even bite Matter what you'll always give 'em spite Stand tall, chest up, show 'em all your mite Help those in need and be a good one Help mom and dad and be a good son Show all your family true love Sometimes it's good to be too young No, I will never forget about where I came No matter sunshine or pouring rain Those heart-filled people all kept me tame I'm here for music so bring fame Don't go for less and get much more Go grab the sky don't hit the floor Let's aim for peace, forget world war My brain's a mess and my head's soar Just hold my hand, follow me now It's time to go and leave this town And once I walk, heart pounds I'll get back up if I'm knocked down Good luck my friends, I'm right near you Speak to me loud and I'll hear through All of the cheers that they'll give you Get what you want don't stand for few [Hook: Jeff Martin] Oh, I'm just tryna' be me and Oh, you just tryna' be you, say Oh, I'm just tryna' be seen and Oh, you just tryna' be used Sing loud, loud so everyone hears you Aye, watch the people come near you See, all the people in rearview Spit, on the food that they feed you Who, gave you all of these things and When, were you coming at me now Where, were you traveling free and Why, are you trying to be, say What? Can you hear what the people Said, while you lay on your golden Bed, laying down with your ma**ive Head, I'm thinking now that I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be I'd rather be I'd rather be dead [Hook: Jeff Martin] Oh, I'm just tryna' be me and Oh, you just tryna' be you, say Oh, I'm just tryna' be seen and Oh, you just tryna' be used Sing loud, loud so everyone hears you Aye, watch the people come near you See, all the people in rearview Spit, on the food that they feed you Who, gave you all of these things and When, were you coming at me now Where, were you traveling free and Why, are you trying to be, say What? Can you hear what the people Said, while you lay on your golden Bed, laying down with your ma**ive Head, I'm thinking now that I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be I'd rather be I'd rather be dead