CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : ur boy is dead
Dun-dunna-dun
Dun-dunna-dunna
Your boy is dead, ay ay
Your boy is dead, ay
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead, ay, ay
Yeah, ay
Everything was better as a kid
I always wanted to be big
Now as an adult
I feel like I'm in a cult
Never play with no more toys (No)
Everything I love is destroyed
So why love at all? (Why love at all, love at all)
My mama waitin' for the call
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Yeah)
Back from the grave
I used to smoke in 8th grade
I still remember the days
(Remember the days)
Back from the grave
I used to smoke in 8th grade
I still remember the days
Now I'm doin' what I love, gettin' paid
Tryina fill the void
But all these crunchies are coins
Smokin' up good with my boys
Neighbors complainin' about all of the noise, ay
We don't give a f**k about them, ay
We don't need no new friends, ay
All we do is play pretend, ay
All we do is play pretend
We don't give a f**k about them
We don't need no new friends
All we do is play pretend
All we do is play pretend
Ay, all we do is play pretend, ay
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead
Dun-dunna-dunna
Your boy is dead, ay ay
Your boy is dead, ay
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead, ay, ay
Yeah, ay
Everything was better as a kid
I always wanted to be big
Now as an adult
I feel like I'm in a cult
Never play with no more toys (No)
Everything I love is destroyed
So why love at all? (Why love at all, love at all)
My mama waitin' for the call
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Your boy is dead)
Your boy is dead (Yeah)
Back from the grave
I used to smoke in 8th grade
I still remember the days
(Remember the days)
Back from the grave
I used to smoke in 8th grade
I still remember the days
Now I'm doin' what I love, gettin' paid
Tryina fill the void
But all these crunchies are coins
Smokin' up good with my boys
Neighbors complainin' about all of the noise, ay
We don't give a f**k about them, ay
We don't need no new friends, ay
All we do is play pretend, ay
All we do is play pretend
We don't give a f**k about them
We don't need no new friends
All we do is play pretend
All we do is play pretend
Ay, all we do is play pretend, ay
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead
Your boy is dead
