Dylan Ross - Dead In The Ground lyrics

[Verse 1: Grimburton] [?] [Verse 2: Dylan Ross] Whether I'm the next to go I praise the heavens above and the murky depths below Below my feet and I need to get some extra dough In this life Because I'm trying to sit around and recline like a vegetable In the den Only one bronze plaque All the rest our gold I'm a dog on the track like best in show Jelly much better let it go Cause I'm making hella dough And all of my women look like center folds Rad revenue Heavy engine revving slow Up the avenue laughing at you living like 97' Bread usually never leavened I prefer the [?] Bout to dip into this roasted red peppered señorita Dipping in a two seater sipping on a 2 Liter of Canada Dry Flipping on a phone with a new feature But I'm in the states Going back and forth Doing mad work Pa**port keeping pa**ing ports SESH SESH Everything is SESH SESH SESH Everything is SESH SESH SESH Everything is SESH SESH SESH All over you SESH