Over My Dead Body
by Drake

How I'm feeling, it doesn't matter
Cause you know I'm okay
Instead, I ask myself "why do you hurt me?"
When you know, you know I'm the same
I know, I know that you love me baby
Time to take you away from me...
Only over my dead body...

[Drake-Verse 1]
I think I killed everybody in the game last year, man
Fuck it I was on though
And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at a strip club
Mmm, mmm
F*ck it I was wrong though
Shout out all to all my niggas living tax free
Now-a-days it's six figures when they tax me
Oh well, I guess you lose some and win some
Long as the outcome is income
You know I want it all and then some
Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim sum
Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from
Probably some bad hoes about to take the hemp from

Yeah, you know me well nigga, yeah
I mean you ain't the only real nigga
They got me on these white women like Seal nigga
Slave to the p-ssy but I'm just playing the field nigga, yea
Are these people really discussing my career again?
Asking if I'll be going platinum in a year again
Don't I got the shit the world wanna hear again?
Don't Michael Jordan still got his hoop earing in?
Man all of your flows bore me: paint drying
And I don't ever be trippin off of what ain't mine
And I be hearing sh*t you say through the grapevine
But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time, yea
It's been that way from the beginning I just been playing, I aint even notice that I was winning
And this is the only sound you should fear
Man these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright

I know, I know that you love me baby
The time to take you away from me
Only over my dead body

[Drake - Verse 2]
You say I'm old news, where who the new star?
Cause if I'm going anyway, it's probably too far
Just performed at a Bar Mitzvah over in the states
Used half of the money to beat my brother's case
Red wine over Fed time
And shout out to the niggas that's doing deadtime
And shout out to the bitches there when it's bedtime
And f-ck you to the niggas that thinks it's there time, yea
Don't make me take your life apart boy
You and whoever gave you a star boy
Or you wanna be a mother fuckin' funny guy
Don't make me break your Kevin Hart boy
Yea, it's whatever
You know, feeling good, living better
I think I was numb to it last year
But you know I feel now more than ever
My city love me like I'm Mac Dre in The Bay
Second Album I'm pack paving away
The backpackers are back on the band wagon like this was my comeback season back, back in the day
And I met your baby's mom last night
We took a picture Last night
I hope she frames it
And I was drinking at the Palms last night
And lost everything that I came with
Yea, feel like I've been here before
I still got 10 years to go, ha
And this is the only sound you should fear
And these kids where crowns over here & everything is alright...

Lyrics submitted by ToniAnn DiCicco.