DEAD TO ME Songtext
von The Real Zebos

OH

Chop it up
Chop it up
Chop, chop, chop it up

I′d like to get it all in one or two takes, maximum
Anything beyond that... it's a waste

I need to get cool up in this bitch
I need to stop caring, it′s no sweat
I need to start slurrin' all my shit
All my shit, ehh

Take a blood pact
Just cut my hands
Give me that bag
Give up my friends
Run it all back
Nix all my plans
All my plans


You're all dead to me
Isn′t that the way it′s supposed to be
Oh, everyone I've ever loved is now dead to me
I′m sorry you've got nothing else to be
But I do

I′d heckle the echo
but you strut your stuff!
I'd riff on the new song
It′s still not enough
'Cuz you're spreading all the plagues
Like a deep state pathologist
Tearin′ down the stage
While they′re sweeping what's left of it

Forget the map
Got a waypoint set
Oh, forget the past
Should′ve known that it would never last
It would never last
It would never last
It would -- OK, you get it right?


In the back
Kill 'em off like Caeser
Get the tag
Flippin′ off like Jeter
In the glass
Now we're in the glass
Now we′re in the glass
Now we're in the

You're all dead to me
Isn′t that the way it′s supposed to be
Oh, everyone I've ever loved is now dead to me
I′m sorry you've got nowhere else to be
But I do

Everyone is dead
Down in the dumps
Money we spent
Wasn′t enough

In over your head
Couldn't live up
Standards we set
Givin′ too much

Everything is gonna be fine
Everything is gonna be great
Yes, it's true
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright

Everything will
Don't believe anything that you see on the screens
They′ll try to fool you
Well, it′s a lukewarm take
But it'd be a big mistake
To try to heed all the words that I′m servin'
I guess I

I guess that, I guess that, I guess that, I guess that

I don′t got any good advice
I've been working overtime
And I′ve been losing my mind
I've been losing my mind
I've been losing my
Mind