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Eltayib Osman
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Lyrics
Until my body drops you won't catch me in a casket
I don't know what time it is, let me cook up classics
If it hit the fan then that is all I'm asking
Took a lot of classes but was never good at acting
Until my body drops you won't catch me in a casket
I don't know what time it is, let me cook up classics
If it hit the fan then that is all I'm asking
Took a lot of classes but was never good at acting
Woah
You probably think all my songs about you
This one's about my family and all of the virtue
All of the turmoil got me lookin' in the mirror
Balancing my worth, why does it all hurt?
This'll never work
Staying in the same house
Arguing like every night
Just wanna see you smile
But you wanna see me fight
You wanna see me get mad
Get in the ring, you smashing everything
Told me I was promising, a lot of arguments
Fake, false promises then turn into broken promises
Then you take a swing, then I take a swing
Then we can get some Hennessy
Until my body drops (drops, woah)
Until my body drops (yeah, yeah)
Until my body drops, you won't see me in a casket
Until my body drops you won't catch me in a casket
I don't know what time it is, let me cook up classics
If it hit the fan then that is all I'm asking
Took a lot of classes but was never good at acting
Woah
I can read your body language
You feel that there's something uncertain that's in the surface
Yeah I never told you but you still a ho'
Got me wondering what I waste my time for
You drove heavy on my blind spot
I ain't even seen Brett in a long time
Old friends blurry, I can't see past lives
And Michael shipped out like UPS
Hope RVA gon' treat 'em well
Got some beefs but they still my mans
They want a plate, they lucky I'm here
Got a good head on my shoulders
Still can't find love in the right places
Written by: Eltayib Osman