Woke Up Dead Lyrics - Have A Nice Life - Murs

Last night I had a dream that I woke up dead 

A motherfucker put some money on my head 

Cold sweat, wide awake in my bed 

I guess I shoulda' took my meds 

I'm so sedated, self medicated 

Hoping that the threats on my life are never predicated 

If this is the price of fame, I should of hesitated 

I don't wanna die in the streets, I'm too educated 

The type of shit you need a vest for 

The type of shit that can't be fixed with high test scores 

Getting pressed more, as the fame builds 

But my shrink keep prescribing me the same pills 

Can't kill a motherfucker just for lookin' at me 

Even though I know his ass is plottin' when he lookin' at me 

Statute of limitations on a murder is 

Non-existent, if I hit him, I'll be serving years 

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This morning I woke up dead, comatose, two shots to the head 

Finally got me, that's what they said, this morning I woke up dead 

This morning I woke up dead, comatose, two shots to the head 

Finally got me, that's what they said, this morning I woke up dead 

For years I've been having dreams that I get shot 

Then them niggas go runnin' up the block 

Me and Terry just chillin' at the spot 

They pull up in the cutlass, start bustin', then I drop 

Start running, I collapse on the corner 

Neighbors start yellin', somebody call the coroner 

Standing over me, blood on my denim 

Kinda like Omar did Snoop when he hit 'em 

Wreath wrapped up in blue ribbon 

Nobody at the funeral, knew that I was crippin' 

Well I'm not, but on the block, who isn't? 

If you kick it' on the spot, then it don't make a difference 

You can get shot just because you with em' 

And every cop thinkin' that you fit the description 

Gettin' older as my life get's shorter 

Livin' with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder 

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This morning I woke up dead, comatose, two shots to the head 

Finally got me, that's what they said, this morning I woke up dead 

This morning I woke up dead, comatose, two shots to the head 

Finally got me, that's what they said, this morning I woke up dead 

I asked my Momma not to move up out the hood 

She fucked around and she moved to Inglewood 

And to her, everything is all good 

'Cause she doesn't understand, if she never understood 

Niggas lookin' at me all crazy 

I'm standing on the corner with my baby 

Ready for whatever, 'cause that's how the streets made me 

Ain't a fuckin' thing changed in this city since the '80s