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