Karaoké Over My Dead Body Drake feat. Chantal Kreviazuk

How I'm feelin' it doesn't matter 'cos you know I'm okay

Instead

I ask myself

Why do you worry

When you know

You know I'm the same

I know

I know you don't love me baby

They're tryin' to take you away from me

Only over my dead bo-o

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 the strip club

Mmh mmh fuck it

I was wrong though

Shout out to all my niggas livin' tax-free

Nowadays it's six figures when they tax me

Oh well 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 some

Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from

Probably some bad hoes

I'm 'bout to take the hint from

Yeah

You know me well nigga yeah

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 playin' the field nigga yeah

Are these people really discussin' my career again

Askin' if I'll be goin' 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 dryin'

And I don't ever be trippin' off of what ain't mine

And I be hearin' the shit you say through the grapevine

But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time yeah

It's been that way from the beginnin'

I just been playin'

I ain't even notice I was winnin'

And this is the only sound you should fear

Man these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright

Oh

I know you don't love me baby

They're tryin' to take you away from me

Only over my dead bo-o

You say I'm old news

Well who the new star

'Cos if I'm goin' 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

But shout out to the niggas that's doin' dead time

And 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

Oh you wanna be a motherfuckin' funny guy

Don't make me break your Kevin Hart boy

Yeah it's whatever

You know

Feelin' good, livin' 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 pavin' 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 drinkin' at the Palms last night

And ended up losin' everything that I came with yeah

Feel like I've been here before

Huh

I still got ten years to go huh

And this is the only sound you should fear

Man these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright

Oh

I know you don't love me baby

Wooh

They're tryin' to take you away from me

Only over my dead bo-o