Songtext zu 'Buried Alive Interlude (feat. Kendrick Lamar)' von Drake

If you was in a pine box
I would surely break the lock
I'd jump right in and fall asleep
Cause you are the death of me

Looking in the mirror I'm embarrassed
I'm feeling like a suicidal terrorist
React like an infant whenever you are mentioned
Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis

I'm in the matter of man arm wrestling
Hands I was dealt when I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian

That gave him an addiction that would keep him in Mercedes-Benz
Bright lights and Rihanna as a lady friend
My vice is similar women love when you're my type
And you're winning from everything
That your palm write

Put her in the Palms Hotel, sin city
Devil in a dress, Platinum Chanel
Live the ambiance all cause the audience
One day said I would do it
So instead of a verse being read

I'ma go and get some head off the strength of my music
I tell a bad bitch your ass too fat
Capitalize That, and your weave look good with the Indian tracks
Tracking device on your used 5 series

I don't call back just blame it on your Canadian
The same day we say were in the area cruisin' in Toronto, hit me on the cellular
Thought he was gonna sell me a false word like the rappers I know

Sat down with a few drinks, located where you can't see us
A white waitress on standby when we need her
A black Maybach, 40 pulled up Jeep
No doors all that nigga was missing was Aaliyah

Felt like the initiation
A reality living in the Matrix
We talk casually about the industry
And how the women be the taste makers for the shit we making

Then he said that he was the same age as.. Myself
And it didn't help cause it made me even more rude an impatient
So blame it on Mr. OVOXO, the reason why I'm breathing all the vanity I know

The reason why my best friend said she love me more than life
But I live a double life and need to let her go
The reason why, the highlight was when he said

You belong to the people when you outside
So dig a shovel full of money, full of power, full of pussy, full of fame
And bury yourself alive, then I died