Over My Dead Body - 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 that you love me baby

Time to take you away from me Only over my dead body…

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

Fuck it, I was wrong though

Shout out all to all my niggas living tax free

Nowadays 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 hint from

Yeah, you know me well, nigga

I mean you ain’t the only real nigga

They got me on these white women like Seal, nigga

Slave to the pussy but I’m just playing the field, nigga

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 earring 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 the shit you say through the grapevine

But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time

It’s been that way from the beginning

I just been playing, I ain’t even notice I was winning

And this is the only sound you should fear

Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright

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 that you love me baby

Time to take you away from me Only over my dead body…

You say I’m old news, well who the new star?

Cause if I’m going anywhere, 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 dead time

Shout out to the bitches there when it’s bedtime

And fuck you to the niggas that think it’s their time

Yeah, don’t make me take your life apart, boy

You and whoever the fuck gave you your start boy

Or you wanna be a motherfucking funny guy?

Don’t make me break your Kevin heart, boy

Yeah, it’s whatever.

You know, feeling good, living better

I think maybe I was numb to it last year

But you know I feel it now more than ever

My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay

Second album, I’m back paving the way

The backpackers are back on the bandwagon

Like this was my comeback season back, back in the day

And I met your baby moms last night

We took a picture together — I hope she frames it!

And I was drinking at the Palms last night

And ended up losing everything that I came with

Feel like I’ve been here before, huh?

Still got 10 years to go, huh?

And this is the only sound you should fear

Man, these kids wear crowns over here

And everything is all right

I know, I know that you love me baby

The time can take you away from me Only over my dead body…