Dead (feat. Riskee & The Ridicule)

Where's that confidence from? Acting like you're a don Who's telling man you can spit? Just hang up the mic and quit You're Dead Laughing stock around town People think you're clown Nothing more than a stunt Up there put on a front You're Dead Can you handle the stress? Will stand there puff out your chest? Or left with egg on your face While you stink out the place You're Dead This constant feeling of dread You made it now go lie in your bed Expecting people to vibe what you said You can't even silence the voice in your head You're Dead man Just ask the voices in your head and You'll get your flowers when your dead fam Embed the dread and watch it spread man Because you're dead man, you're dead man, you're dead Dead and pretend I'm alive But in my mind I'm terrified I hold it inside I'm living a lie, do I fight Or fly or cover my eyes and hide? Away from the lights I'm blind My spirit needs lifting I'm lifting the spirits Swimming in whisky, Sink into the drink to stop me from thinking, I think Hitting the spliff I drift Sniff on a line to wake up the mind Help me unwind be like my idols I Can't be idle why do I Keep hunting the dream, live a nightmare? I'm fucking up does anyone care? I Suck it up but I'm coming undone The come down is coming before I've come up You're Dead man Just ask the voices in your head and You'll get your flowers when your dead fam Embed the dread and watch it spread man Because you're dead man, you're dead man, you're dead Dead You'll get your flowers when you're Dead You're dead, you're dead, you're dead Wakey Wakey Stella for breakfast? I don't mind if I do Geez, face on it love what's up with you? It ain't like it's special brew Oh what! I'm in rehab, how was I supposed to know? I been on a decade long bender fuelled by booze smoke and blow So this is what it feels like when the merry go round stops The funfair disappears all I see is tower blocks and shops Surprise mother fucker, yeah I died a few times But you know cats like me piss away our 9 lives But I am just the ghost of your imaginary friends You bring me to life I'm drop dead Fred And I am just the ghost of the invisible man I'm John Cena's shadow I'm the Taliban My GCSE's were ACAB's I bled When they held down my legs and put a knee to my head I don't wanna sound rude or crude at all but someone's taken a shit in the cocaine cubicle Animals, the soulless robotic radicals I know what makes them tick they're all mechanical I'm an urban myth, wordsmith with syllables I'm a dead man you're a dead man but I'll still kill them all