Buried Alive Interlude Songtext
von Drake

If you was in a pine box, box
I would surely break the lock
I′d jump right in and-and fall asleep, I-I fall asleep
'Cau-′cau-'cause you, 'cause you are the death of me
′Cause you are the-
If you was in a pine box, box
I would surely break the lock
I′d jump right in and-and fall asleep, I-I fall asleep
'Cau-′cau-'cause you, ′cause you are the death of me
'Cause you are the-
The, the death of me, you-you, the death of me


Lookin′ in the mirror, I'm embarrassed
I'm feelin′ like a suicidal terrorist
React like an infant whenever you are mentioned
Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis
I′m in the matter of man arm wrestlin' hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it, I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him an addiction that′d keep him in Mercedes Benz

Bright lights and Rihanna as a lady friend
My vice is similar, women love when you're my type
And you′re winnin' 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 bein' read
I'ma go and get some head off the strength of my music

I tell a bad bitch yo′ ass too fat, capitalize that
And your weave look good with the Indian tracks
Trackin′ 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 cruisin′ in Toronto
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 you can't see us
A white waitress on standby when we need her
A black Maybach, 40 pulled up Jeep
No doors, all that nigga was missin′ was Aaliyah
Felt like the initiation, a reality livin' in the matrix
We talk casually about the industry and how the women be the tastemakers for the shit we makin′
Then he said that he was the 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 breathin′ 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
The reason why the highlight was when he said
You belong to the people when you're outside
So dig a shovel full of money, full of power, full of pussy, full of fame
And bury yourself alive, then I died