| Woke up drenched in a sweat so cold
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| That it froze my home, wanna go to Hell
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| 'Cause at least it’s warm on a brimstone floor
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| No love no more, I’m gettin' frail (Yeah)
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| And my face is not the same as before
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| I cannot see who I was before
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| I died and was reborn as a dog
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| I cannot look myself in the mirror
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| I cause quakes
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| Last to touch everything that breaks (Okay)
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| And I’d rather not even show my face
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| Cops on the block and they buildin' a case (Wassup?)
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| Hope that these shots put holes in ya cape
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| I don’t want nobody savin' the day
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| This black AK got somethin' to say (Okay)
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| It’s okay, just back up and pray (What?)
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate (Mula)
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| Ayy, my shotty got a body on it (Sleezy)
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| Tommy got a body on it (Sleezy)
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| I just body my opponents (Boom-boom)
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| I’m John Gotti, you’s a rodent (Fuck outta here)
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| Double barrel shotgun, run like Ricky (Rrah)
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| Hit 'em with a hot one, drum hold fifty (Boom-boom)
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| Cop killer shells like Mutombo’s pinky (Boom-boom)
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| Bitch curl up like a jumbo shrimpy (Slide)
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| Feds wanna watch everything I do (No, no)
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| CNN, Fox 5, 10 o’clock news (Bitch)
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| Mom’s stressed, kids stressed, and pops too (Boom-boom)
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| My wrist, carats, your gang buy jewel (Mula)
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| Shawty suck my soul 'til my dick turn blue (Slide)
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| Shawty fuck me crazy like a sick cartoon (Slide)
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| In a Mercedes, I go vroom-vroom (Skrrt)
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| Niggas talkin' brazy, they get boom-boom (Boom-boom)
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate (Ugh-ah)
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| I might have it all
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| But half of the time I just feel insignificant
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| Incapable, intoxicated
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| I’m over the pressure, yet feel underprivileged
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| Like my kingdom is buried in sand
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| Ozymandias, I am the man
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| As I look at the cards in my hand
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| The fortune teller of the tarots says terror
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| I’m sick of artists that chuck up the deuce
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| When they get the juice when you helped from the roots
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| And I’m sick of hoes that walk in and seduce
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| But then talkin' shit once you give 'em the boot, ahem
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| Clear your throat 'cause you know you a swallower
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| Up to me? |
| I would kill the whole lot of ya
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| So it’s part two to Hell or High Water, huh?
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| Test your gangsta but went Law & Order, huh?
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate
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| Can’t catch tears when they’re all down the drain
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| Can’t cry now, but can self-medicate |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DRAINO , by - City Morgue. Song from the album CITY MORGUE VOL 2: AS GOOD AS DEAD, in the genre Иностранный рок