Tré Melvin - dead people (Official Video)

official video for tré's sophomore single, "dead people" ⚰️ streaming everywhere https://lnkfi.re/deadpeople stream my debut ep "pluto" 🦂 https://lnkfi.re/pluto-ep stream my debut single "numb" ☄️ https://lnkfi.re/numb SUBSCRIBE! TWITTER: https://twitter.com/TreMelvin INSTAGRAM: https://instagram.com/TreMelvin FACEBOOK: https://facebook.com/TreMelvin WEBSITE: https://tremelvin.org JEWELRY: https://aundaya.com ✏️ Ouch I've done it again I shot at the moon again I spat at the stars again I flew too close to the sun again I always fly to close Each time I shoot the bullets from my firearm ricochet and graze my cheek and the moon laughs while I bleed Each time I spit the saliva from my mouth ricochets and fills my lungs and the stars laugh while I drown Each time I fly too close my wings catch fire and the sun cries while I burn and the sun cries while I burn and my son cries You remind me of a n***a I once knew, oh 24-karat ‘round his wrist like a handcuff, cruisin’ down my avenue, oh Padlocks on his back pockets, never let a n***a run through, oh Cinder blocks in his eye sockets, vision blurry from the revenue, oh Oh Where’d he go? Do I see dead people? I think I see dead people Why do I see dead people? I You remind me of a n***a I once knew, oh Corroded bullets from the skies when he cries, God herself grips the M2, oh Dizzy tryna’ vaporize his disguise Missing puzzle pieces, missing screws, oh Busy tryna’ plagiarize butterflies Broken mirrors spilled out his cocoon, oh Oh You remind me of n***a I once loved, oh Bruised knuckles, bruised eyes, bruised thighs N***a's native tongue was Push ‘N Shove, oh Fables fell from in between his lips Shiny armory, vanilla doves, oh I drowned every time he sank the ship, all to float right back up Float right back up Where’d he go? Do I see dead people? I think I see dead people Why do I see dead people? I You remind me of a, once, oh Corroded bullets from the skies when he cries, missing, oh Oh You remind me of a, once, oh Bruised knuckles, bruised eyes, bruised thighs, vanilla, oh Oh I keep leavin’ your key under my welcome mat (You remind me of a, once, oh) I can’t seem to quit leavin’ your key under my welcome mat (Corroded bullets from the skies when he cries, missing, oh, oh) In case you ever find your sanity and wanna come back Come back Oh Oh I keep leavin’ your key under my welcome mat (You remind me of a, once, oh) I can’t seem to quit leavin’ your key under my welcome mat (Bruised knuckles, bruised eyes, bruised thighs, vanilla, oh) In case you ever find your sanity and wanna come back Come back Oh Oh Oh Do I see dead people? I think I see dead people Why do I keep running to dead people? Why?