Buried Alive
Drake ft. Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

If you was in a pine box (box) I would surely break the lock I'd jump right in an-and fall asleep (I fall asleep) 'Cau-'cau-'cause you are the death of me ('cause you are) If you was in a pine box (box) I would surely break the lock I'd jump right in an-and fall asleep (I fall asleep) 'Cau-'cau-'cause you are the death of me 'Cause you are, the-the death of me, you-you, the death of me
If you were locked up and unable to escape, I would break you out. I would stay by your side and risk my own life because you have such a strong hold over me. It's like you're a fatal poison to me that I can't seem to avoid, and if you were gone, I would feel like a part of me died too.

Lookin' in the mirror, I'm embarrassed
When I see myself in the mirror, I feel ashamed and embarrassed.

I'm feelin' like a suicidal terrorist
I feel so hopeless and distraught that I feel like I could do something terrible, like a terrorist attack, to myself or others.

React like an infant whenever you are mentioned
I become very emotional and sensitive anytime your name comes up in conversation.

Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis
Trying to mentally overcome my enemy never worked for me, and I feel like I'm constantly battling against them.

I'm in the matter of man arm wrestlin' hands I was dealt
I feel like I'm struggling and fighting against the challenges and obstacles that life has given me.

When I said the music business was all I needed When I got it I was greeted by an alien That said last year that she slept with a Canadian That gave him an addiction that'd keep him in Mercedes Benz Bright lights and Rihanna as a lady friend
I thought that all I needed to be happy was success in the music industry, but when I achieved it, I was met with strange people and experiences that made me feel uneasy. I heard a rumor that someone I know slept with a famous Canadian musician, and their addiction to success and fame allowed them to live a lavish lifestyle with fancy cars and famous friends.

My vice is similar, women love when you're my type And you're winnin' from everything that your palm write Put her in the Palms Hotel, Sin City Devil in a dress, Platinum Chanel, live the ambiance all 'Cause the audience one day said I would do it
My weakness is women, who are attracted to my type of lifestyle and my ability to write successful music. I take them to fancy hotels and venues in Las Vegas, where we live it up and enjoy the luxury. All of this was possible because my fans believed in me and my ability to succeed.

So instead of a verse bein' read I'ma go and get some head off the strength of my music I tell a bad bitch yo' ass too fat, Capitalize That And your weave look good with the Indian tracks Trackin' device on your used 5 series I don't call back, just blame it on your Canadian
Instead of just writing lyrics for songs, I use my music to get sexual favors from women. I insult them and objectify them, reducing them to physical attributes like their butt size and their hair. I even go as far as to plant a tracking device on their car, and I don't call them back after we've slept together, all while blaming Canada for my behavior.

The same day we say were in the area cruisin' in Toronto Hit me on the cellular thought he was gonna sell me A false word like the rappers I know Sat down with a few drinks, located where you can't see us A white waitress on standby when we need her A black Maybach, 40 pulled up Jeep No doors, all that nigga was missin' was Aaliyah
The same day that we were driving around Toronto, someone called me on my phone and I thought they were going to offer me something good, like a record deal. But instead, they lied to me, like so many other rappers have been lied to. We sat down and had some drinks in a private location, with a white waitress waiting on us, and drove around in a fancy car. It felt like we were missing something without Aaliyah, the late R&B singer who died in a plane crash.

Felt like the initiation, a reality livin' in the matrix We talk casually about the industry And how the women be the taste makers for the shit we makin' Then he said that he was the same age as, myself And it didn't help 'cause it made me even more rude and impatient
It felt like we were being initiated into some sort of secret society, living in a reality that felt like the movie The Matrix. We talked about the music industry and how women have the power to shape it with their taste and preferences. He told me that we were the same age, which only made me more impatient and rude, potentially because I felt like we were in competition with each other.

So blame it on Mr. OVOXO The reason why I'm breathin' all the vanity I know The reason why my best friend said she love me more than life But I live a double life and need to let her go
Blame it on my record label and the lifestyle that comes with it, which revolves around superficiality and vanity. My best friend loves me more than anything, but I feel like I'm living a double life and need to push her away to protect her and uphold my image.

The reason why the highlight was when he said You belong to the people when you're outside So dig a shovel full of money, full of power, full of pussy Full of fame and bury yourself alive, then I died
The highlight of our conversation was when he told me that I belong to the people when I'm out in public, implying that I'm a public figure who owes something to the fans who support me. He then suggested that I bury myself alive with all of the typical trappings of success, like money, power, women, and fame, which would eventually lead to my downfall.