Letra de Buried Alive Interlude, Pt. 2 - Drake

If you in a pine box, box

I would shovel dirt on top, top

I'd play this record on repeat, 'peat

You always been a bitch to me

If you was in a pine box, box

I would still be in my spot, spot

For you to make it to the peak, peak

It'd have to be the death of me, the death of me

Lookin' in the mirror, still embarrassed

Stop talkin' how you gon' spare us

React like an infant whenever I am mentioned

It's like you need tension to always get attention

You always said how you wanna bury me alive

Jealousy disguised as yo' motherfuckin' pride

Took you on your first tour with us, tryna catch a vibe

I was headline, you was standin' on the side

Brought you and that other ho along for the ride

First time people lined up for your ass

Now you sayin' two pussy boys gettin' outta line

You been hatin' hard for a very long time

It feel like Twitter ghostwritin’ your reply

Streets out here talkin' like, "At least a nigga tried"

It's how you felt in 2011, why we wastin' time?

Dreams come true, crodie, this is where you die

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