Underbyte - Dior Lyrics

Deadman Deadman walk in a land
Covered in knives, blood on his hands
Deadman, Deadman
Deadman, Deadman
Deadman, Deadman
Deadman, Dead
Deadman Deadman write in the sand
Read with haste, read if you can
Rush to God, you won't beat the preacher
Learn enough, you can teach the teacher
Soon enough, you'll need a feature
Bully in the park so feed the meter
Used to steal, used to brag
Used to fight, used to trap
Use to scrape when all I had was scraps
God on my side I got a pass
Old head said that's a dead end homie
Open my ear to what he said to me
Answer the call, don't be phony
Phony phony phony
Old head said that's a dead end homie
Open my ear to what he said to me
I know my time will show
My oh my I'm mighty woke
Raising my glass its time to toast
Raising the bar I bench the coast
I Made it this far, dodging all the trouble at dark
Only in the streets with a car, chillin just me, myself and a God
No Jesus though, Or Jesus quotes
That is unless that Jesus show
Some hair like mine and melanin
If it wasn't for him there would be sin
I know the homie died and shit,
But it still occurs
Still a curse
So my brother should've really stayed alive for it
Live for it
Enough blasphemy
Blast to the past got gas on me
Break through these walls no crash dummy
Dodging the dead imma rap mummy
Cash me outside with mad money
Pigs in a blanket fat tummy
Bees in the trap with no honey
Life without fun is mad funny
Holy shit, no Christian Dior
I am a Saint with Christian hoes
My bad
Holy shit, no Christian Dior
I am a Saint with Christian hoes
Deadman Deadman walk in a land
Covered in knives, blood on his hand
Deadman Deadman write in the sand
Read with haste, read if you can
Deadman, Deadman
Deadman, Deadman
Deadman, Deadman
Deadman, Dead
Deadman, Deadman
Deadman, Deadman
Deadman, Deadman
Deadman, Dead