Nuria - DON'T ARGUE THE DEAD!

Stop ghosting around in my living room (You)
You not the spirit that I give into
Two more days paranoid, give me the truth
I, I, got love in me head
Grudges in my hands and blood on my dress
I never give up so stop with a shred
I'm digging up something to argue the dead
I'm digging up something to argue the dead
I, I, got love in me head
Grudges in my hands and blood on my dress
I never give up so stop with a shred
I'm digging up something to argue the dead
You won't understand, it's urgent for me
The hearts in the bag, the surgeon can see
Got grudges in my hands and blood on my dress
I'm digging up something to argue the dead
Don't argue the dead, the skeletons talk
This memory lane, a hell of a walk
My window still open they spying on Rini
Investigate bars as they many cause killies
Got CSI, FBI trying to be me
I wonder if they heard me crying to Celé
Like sobbing all over floor and the pavement
Acting on Broadway and my shows amazing
Lewis on Hamilton know that I'm racing
I might cut off for a couple of days and
I'll find a church, i got burdens amazing (Mazing!)
Yeah, Lord Pretty Flacko, want 'em gone ASAP!
I say ''yo shawty I'm rocky enough''
I'm exclusive, you knew it, prerogative yuh
He do something crazy they call him assertive
I flip on tables I'm labelled absurd
Man fuck is wrong with ya tuxido today?
Did you carry the guilt of the dead man? Okay
Did you pray for his family, funeral way?
Did you clear DNA of the scene just in case?
Did you bury the body underground? Oh wait
Did you hide everything NYPD could trace?
Stop ghosting around in my living room (You)
You not the spirit that I give into
Two more days paranoid, give me the truth
I, I, got love in me head
Grudges in my hands and blood on my dress
I never give up so stop with a shred
I'm digging up something to argue the dead
I'm digging up something to argue the dead!
Light bulb is flickering, interrogation
I need a stack for my cooperation
Or I say nothing 'till evaluation
I see the police swarming up my places
And I don't like it at all, beat the cases
Oh ..o
You said he wasn't a hitman, oh really?
How come that I know exactly who killing?
That 43 table gun waiting and chilling
'Till one of you step out the line of the building
I don't do murda, the business in front
Say that you innocent, who give a fuck?
Put/in security, who in a rush?
Assign an attorney that you gotta trust
They raid with the guns get back up from the bust
And if you don't plead, guarantee you get stuck
Let me ask you man
Man fuck is wrong with ya tuxido today?
Did you carry the guilt of the dead man? Okay
Did you pray for his family, funeral way?
Did you clear DNA of the scene just in case?
Did you bury the body underground? Oh wait
Did you hide everything NYPD could trace?
Did you argue the, argue the, argue the woo!
Stop ghosting around in my living room (You)
You not the spirit that I give into
Two more days paranoid, give me the truth
I, I, got love in me head
Grudges in my hands and blood on my dress
I never give up so stop with a shred
I'm digging up something to argue the dead
I'm digging up something to argue the dead!
D-d-d-d don't argue them
I promise that you fall again
D-d-d-d don't argue them
I promise that you fall again
Do anything to hurt her life
You slip and slide on murder knifes
Murder knives.. Yeah
Don't argue the, argue the… sshh!

Written by:
Nuria van den Berg

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