Dead Friends Lyrics - Singles - Kirk Knight

Every time I feel alive I think about dead friends 

The rest is just dead to me 

Sleeping couch to couch just to find a way in 

Living on my own now 

Living on my own now 

Living on my own now 

And the truth is over-ridiculed 

Verdict never human, but something more spiritual 

But put it through the physical 

It's enemies and animals and generalist Hannibals 

And gotta be acceptables, I never took the corners 

I was way more diagonal 

Corner power with the power that he held in the streets so intangible 

Look up to the kin 

Know the color of the skin 

More like a correlation with the nature that's within 

Told everybody I was related to him 

Big homie did this 

Blaze one up to this 

I was in a battlefield with the neutralist grounds 

He was born on the wrong side of the gun sound 

Intentions, never knew, never seen him pull a trigger 

But I knew when he came around he never show that figure 

But the gang signs around him always gonna make him think of better ways of living life 

Let me show this little nigga 

Change directions, reach a popular view 

Don't be a knucklehead on Crooks Avenue 

Don't be like me, nigga, fight for your dreams 

I know you do music that will bring your needs 

Left my comfort zone for two years now 

Working on career now 

Then you heard news of the same child 

Cause I'm around you, lost hope 

But I made it possible, take your advice 

Bro, I heard you paint well 

Dope, don't do the block, nigga, keep doing you 

My outlet growing bigger, I support too 

You did me a favor and I made the move 

Now I'm a star 

Least I could do is just pay all my dues 

News just in, another fallen angel 

The world is so cruel, my heart turn in two 

Every time I feel alive I think about dead friends 

The rest is just dead to me 

Sleeping couch to couch just to find a way in 

Living on my own now 

Living on my own now 

Living on my own now 

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I was partially standing beside him when they parted the Red Sea 

See the blood on the hydrant and the leaves like 'Ye said 

They dead, funeral 

Newspaper like a brand new obituary 

Rapping my contemporaries, I ain't gotta think about it 

I dreamt about it 

What's a demon to a ghetto now? 

Move around, heard a couple shots in my solitude, hallelu 

Went right past, that's what God'll do 

They found nutritional value at the base of my conscious 

It taste like peaches, no nonsense 

No Noname, no tickets for purchase 

My market was marketing Gypsy for prophet or profit 

Cause everybody speaks truth 

Believe in your words 

Believe in yourself, the things we dream about 

And let them feed you 

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Living on my own now 

Living on my own now 

Living on my own now 

Living on my own now