Buried Alive - Ground Up, Vanessa Winters

Feel like I’ve been to the end of the world

God Damn, I’m a traveling man

But when night time falls

I’ll be dreaming about a girl

Well, I guess I am what I am

I guess I’m in a band, but that wasn’t the plan

Till I made one song, and I’ll be damned if that wasn’t a jam

So till death I ride, prepare for parasites

Cause I spit pesticides, and yeah you criticize

But I took it in stride.

Even when I told the truth

You still believed a lie, why am I not surprised?

You got me feeling kinda sorta out of order

You got me stuck out of luck Riga mortis

I bet you’d bury me alive

I bet you’d bury me alive

Yeah

You’re losing me, I’m losing you

But I think you look beautiful

I’m sorry that I forget the fact

That all this shit is new to you

You just keep on doing you

I hope I get through to you

So I can tell you all about

The things I try to do for you

I fit that casket right

You made that sacrifice

I’ve been fooled before and I’ll be damned if that shit happen twice

I guess that’s shame on you

I’mma place that blame on you

Cause love is just a game but no body plays to lose

Nah

You got me feeling kinda sorta out of order

You got me stuck out of luck Riga mortis

I bet you’d bury me alive

I bet you’d bury me alive

Yeah, Yeah, Uhh

Feel like I’ve been through hell and back

I’m not one to complain

But I’m just facing facts

Greyhound bus station rap

Cause I ain’t got no car

And I just quit my job

Somehow in hopes of things lifting off and

Have them saying damn look at ch’all

You made it so far

It took you so long

But you kept it so raw

When you dream so big

Sometimes you get lost

And some get paid

But some pay the cost

You got me feeling kinda sorta out of order

You got me stuck out of luck Riga mortis

I bet you’d bury me alive

I bet you’d bury me alive

Kill’em again

Yeah

I’m losing you, you’re losing me

But honestly it’s you I need

I hope you remember that this hectic life is new to me

I understand that it ain’t easy getting through to me

But we’ve been through it all

You’ve got no clue what you could do to me

I fit that casket right

I love that bad advice

I hate the fact that it’s a struggle to relax at night

It’s just a fact of life

Bitches want some bragging rights

And love is pain so I suggest you bring a bag of ice

Nice