I'm Dead Songtext
von Scarface
I'm Dead Songtext
[scarface]
I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it
An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh)
Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right
But rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight
When will you motherfuckers quit?
Every motherfuckin mornin it′s the same ol bullshit
I peeped to see the thrashin
Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out "assassin!"
He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him
His eyes showed fear, that's the reason why he stuck him
Anyway, that′s how I seen it
You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga,
And he doesn't mean it
So that's the way I took it
Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it
And life goes on.
I was feelin kinda funny - aiyyo something′s wrong
I went to take a shower duke
Bumped into the wall and I smooth went through
Now I′m thinkin I'm in trouble
I reached to touch my face, but I couldn′t feel my beard stubble
I screamed, "oh lord help!"
Looked into the mirror and I couldn't see myself
I called up my mom′s house
And realized somethin was wrong, no doubt
She picked up, said "hello" in a low tone
I said, "hey ma!" and she hung up the telephone
Sick and lookin weary
My cousin walks in, I said, "what's up? " but he didn′t hear me
Started packin up my shit g
Looked at a picture of me, put it down and said, "rest in peace"
Realizin what he said man
I can't talk, I don't exist, I′m a dead man
Yeah I guess I′m dead right?
I'm goin to the cemetary to peep out action′s gravesite
And sure enough, there it is
My mom and girl talkin, holdin on to brad's kids
I look into the box g
Son of a bitch! I don′t believe it, that's me!
Momma kissed me on my head
Aww shit. I′m dead (I'm dead)
I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it
An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh)
Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right
But rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight
When will you motherfuckers quit?
Every motherfuckin mornin it′s the same ol bullshit
I peeped to see the thrashin
Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out "assassin!"
He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him
His eyes showed fear, that's the reason why he stuck him
Anyway, that′s how I seen it
You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga,
And he doesn't mean it
So that's the way I took it
Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it
And life goes on.
I was feelin kinda funny - aiyyo something′s wrong
I went to take a shower duke
Bumped into the wall and I smooth went through
Now I′m thinkin I'm in trouble
I reached to touch my face, but I couldn′t feel my beard stubble
I screamed, "oh lord help!"
Looked into the mirror and I couldn't see myself
I called up my mom′s house
And realized somethin was wrong, no doubt
She picked up, said "hello" in a low tone
I said, "hey ma!" and she hung up the telephone
Sick and lookin weary
My cousin walks in, I said, "what's up? " but he didn′t hear me
Started packin up my shit g
Looked at a picture of me, put it down and said, "rest in peace"
Realizin what he said man
I can't talk, I don't exist, I′m a dead man
Yeah I guess I′m dead right?
I'm goin to the cemetary to peep out action′s gravesite
And sure enough, there it is
My mom and girl talkin, holdin on to brad's kids
I look into the box g
Son of a bitch! I don′t believe it, that's me!
Momma kissed me on my head
Aww shit. I′m dead (I'm dead)
Writer(s): Brad Jordan, James Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com