Kirk Knight - Dead Friends lyrics

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(Prod. by Kirk Knight)

Ft. Noname Gypsy & Thundercat

(Hook)

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

Livin' on my own now (x3)

(Verse: Kirk Knight)

And the truth is ova ridiculed

Verdict neva human, but sumethin' more spiritual

But put it thru' the physical

It's enemies and animals and generalist Hannibals

And gotta be acceptables, I neva cut the corners

I was way more that avenue

Corner power wit 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 wit the nature that's within

Told everybody I was related to him

Big homie that is, blaze one up to this

I was in a battlefield wit the neutralist grounds

He was born on the wrong side of the gun sound

Intentions, neva knew, neva seen him pull a trigger

But I knew when he came around he neva show that figure

But the gang signs around him always gonna make him think of better ways of livin' life, lemme show this little nigga

Change direction, reach a popular view

Don't be a knucklehead on Crooks Avenue

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

I know ya do music that will bring yo needs

Left my comfort for two years now, workin' on career now

Then ya heard news of the same child, cos' I'm around ya, lost hope

But I made it possible, take yo advice, bro, I heard ya paint well

Dope, don't do the block, nigga, keep doin' ya

My outlet growin' bigger, I support too

Ya 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, anotha fallen angel

The world is so cruel, my heart turn in two

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2: Noname Gypsy)

I was partially standin' beside him when they parted the Red Sea

See the blood on the hidrene and the leaves like

yay said they dead, funeral, newspaper like a brand new obituary

Rappin' 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, halleloo

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 marketin' Gypsy for profit

Cos' everybody speaks truth, believe in yo words

Believe in yoself, the things ya dream about

And let them feed ya

(Outro x3: Noname Gypsy)

Livin' on my own now