Dead In The Ground

[Verse 1: Grimburton]
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[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
Whether I’m the next to go
I praise the heavens above
and the murky depths below
Below my feet and I need to get some extra dough
In this life
Because I’m trying to sit around and recline like a vegetable
In the den
Only one bronze plaque
All the rest our gold
I’m a dog on the track like best in show
Jelly much better let it go
Cause I’m making hella dough
And all of my women look like center folds
Rad revenue
Heavy engine revving slow
Up the avenue laughing at you living like 97’
Bread usually never leavened
I prefer the [?]
Bout to dip into this roasted red peppered señorita
Dipping in a two seater sipping on a 2 Liter of Canada Dry
Flipping on a phone with a new feature
But I’m in the states
Going back and forth
Doing mad work
Passport keeping passing ports
SESH
SESH
Everything is SESH
SESH
SESH
Everything is SESH
SESH
SESH
Everything is SESH
SESH
SESH
All over you SESH