Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith & WoodLand
Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith & WoodLand
Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith & Cyber.ANGEL
Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith
Jacob Smith
[HOOK – Jacob Smith]
Oh no yeah I got it
Homie I don’t want it if I’m off it
Something bad, girl bad yeah I’m plottin
Something good’s too much with all the toppins
Put me out, put me into a coffin
Bury me alive so I can strive to be
More than just about it
In a dodge, I’m so lowkey
Push Avenger til it stop me
I been on it, you can’t stop it
Wait five minute for them to copy ohhh
[VERSE 1 – Jacob Smith]
Yeah we start it off
They gon hate just to take it and turn it on
We so lowkey, we so lowkey
Bout tired to do all just to write us off
You about it til they write you off
I was me before NSA
When they hide it all and had every chance to say
Every letter, every number
I was in the grade of 3
When I felt the yearning and the infection take ahold of me
We been creatin since we lived on Hilltop
You like a soap opera the way you kill off
Anyone who make you remember you alive
How the fuck we make it out? How the fuck we public eye?
I was feelin like
[HOOK]
[VERSE 2 – Jacob Smith]
Uh, I hate yall, I hate me
You got nothing but fake trees
The whole world be doomed down
The moon goin so full now
Pull ground underneath
Storm’s coming, so out of reach
I hate it all, we’re all lost in this big machine
Swell up before the well’s up
Hold it in til she wanna fuck
Feel it from the Hill’s son
My dad wanted a real son
I don’t try to be normal, it’s not in my blood
Young enough to live but not give a fuck
Where’s the love? It’s not in the drugs
Purgatory in his system
It’s gone til we learn that we outta room
I love you more than I really knew
You knew it yellin that I died too soon
Young to care but old to lose
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3 – cyber.ANGEL]
Yeah I got it, yeah I got it
Then I drop it, no don’t drop it
Cause I’m on it and you want it but I’m gone
I’m an angel, I got wings to speak to God
I carry all these flowers, lay to rest
Clear the smoke, clear my chest
Pop an addy, but soemthing just don’t add up
We would run but then again I guess I can’t have it all
Where did time go? Where did I go?
Oh Clementine, you just had to leave
But this love be so eternal
So eternal, so eternal
Drop Dead was written by Jacob Smith.
Drop Dead was produced by NewDerseyBeats.