Lil Psycho - Zombies Lyrics

Ah goddamn, gotta get yourself a new sub woofer like a muhf*cka
Murder was the case, had the burner in ya name and the evidence was uncovered
Every single rapper wanna talk about the murder rap like we aint got enough of it
Even in the burrows when it's dark and it's cold I can still see the sun coming
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, sonar, making sure they copy
Holding on a shottie in the lobby, knowing I got nobody behind me
Knowing I aint never had a posse, me against the world and the swat team
Spitting dope, 8ball 9 piece, til these motherf*ckers come and find me
Lost my job, now I'm back up on the road, with mean ass face and a dark ass soul
When the curtains rise we gon start that show, pull up on they set, let the tall gats blow
Goon Squad comin' and we want that dough, Jersey my demeanor and we brought that flow
Show up to the spot, where the narcs at though? I don't like the way that these cars pass, go
Get 'em off that though, still up on the playground breaking all the rules
No El-P but we taking all the jewels, red and black Ralph like Satin on my shoes
Break on through, put the ratings on the news, making sure everybody hating on the goons
Hopping in a riot while we drinkin' on the booze, living in a system, paying all my dues

Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be
Still surviving from a kamikaze, I be, I be, I be
Alive and woke I just pull the IV, IV, IV, out me
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be
Still surviving from a kamikaze, I be, I be, I be
Alive and woke I just pull the IV, IV, IV, out me
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be
Still surviving from a kamikaze, I be, I be, I be
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be

Lemme tell you bout the friends I got, zombified off the indica
Dipping out up off the shit they got, walkin' round the street at 10:00
I could tell you that we fit the sketches, viscous cycle and the sick intentions
42 North and take the entrance, hell is waiting but they call it heaven
Santa's helpers and they got the presence, they hang out up out them f*cking trenches
Cop the shit and take the nearest exit, coppers watching but they got no interest
Mind is set on having anastasia, lose the woes and aggravation
Sweating tryna tear that wrapping paper, get it open, tap they vein up
Change they DNA with lacerations, zombie youth aint no exaggeration
Heroin-induced rapper nation, people dying for that fascination
F*ck around and then I lost my homies, I dun lost my momma, they don't f*cking know me
If I go to hell then I just hope it's homey from the poison knowing God supplied it foe me
Tryna chase a dragon when they face is scabbing and they brain is plastered
And they walk they around like it's chain reaction, zombie killers with the brainless addicts
Killers creeping round ya basement grabbing anything to sell and get some payment out it
Aint even make it to twenty one, this aint funny f*ck this shit, it makes me panic

Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be
Still surviving from a kamikaze, I be, I be, I be
Alive and woke I just pull the IV, IV, IV, out me
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be
Still surviving from a kamikaze, I be, I be, I be
Alive and woke I just pull the IV, IV, IV, out me
Lately I been feeling like a zombie, I be, I be, I be