Noname - Dead Friends lyrics

[Hook] Every time I feel alive I think about dead friends The rest is just dead to me Sleeping couch to couch just to find a way in Living on my own now Living on my own now Living on my own now [Verse 1: Kirk Knight] And the truth is over-ridiculed Verdict never human, but something more spiritual But put it through the physical It's enemies and animals and generalist Hannibals And gotta be acceptables, I never took the corners I was way more diagonal Corner power with the power that he held in the streets so intangible Look up to the kin Know the color of the skin More like a correlation with the nature that's within Told everybody I was related to him Big homie that is, blaze one up to this I was in a battlefield with the neutralist grounds He was born on the wrong side of the gun sound Intentions, never knew, never seen him pull a trigger But I knew when he came around he never show that figure But the gang signs around him always gonna make him think of better ways of living life Let me show this little n***a Change directions, reach a popular view Don't be a knucklehead on Crooks Avenue Don't be like me, n***a, fight for your dreams I know you do music that will bring your needs Left my comfort zone for two years now Working on career now Then you heard news of the same child Cause I'm around you, lost hope But I made it possible, take your advice Bro, I heard you paint well Dope, don't do the block, n***a, keep doing you My outlet growing bigger, I support too You did me a favor and I made the move Now I'm a star Least I could do is just pay all my dues News just in, another fallen angel The world is so cruel, my heart turn in two [Hook] (x2) Every time I feel alive I think about dead friends The rest is just dead to me Sleeping couch to couch just to find a way in Living on my own now Living on my own now Living on my own now [Verse 2: Noname Gypsy] I was partially standing beside him when they parted the Red Sea See the blood on the hydrant and the leaves like 'Ye said They dead, funeral Newspaper like a brand new obituary Rapping my contemporaries, I ain't gotta think about it I dreamt about it What's a demon to a ghetto now? Move around, heard a couple shots in my solitude, hallelu Went right past, that's what God'll do They found nutritional value at the base of my conscious It taste like peaches, no nonsense No Noname, no tickets for purchase My market was marketing Gypsy for prophet or profit Cause everybody speaks truth Believe in your words Believe in yourself, the things we dream about And let them feed you [Outro: Noname Gypsy] Living on my own now Living on my own now Living on my own now Living on my own now