Zombie

Now I just wanna be a zombie

'Cause I don't really wanna think

A piece of fry and I'm a Kobe

I've had a couple pieces of drink

So I get those thoughts right out of my head

A second thing can't lie and it's bad

I'm picking up what you put it down

But I left it on the ground

So I guess we'll always wonder

But I don't care about the world

'Cause down here we spit thunder

A bit of zombie and it's all

So I get those thoughts right out of my head

A second thing can't lie and it's bad

I'm picking up what you putting down

But I left it on the ground

I can make that sound

One, two, three, up

Crawl

I can make that sound

Crawl

I can make that sound