Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cobwebs in my Attic, artist - Shaggy 2 Dope. Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Song language: English
Cobwebs in my Attic |
| What… What?! |
| Fuck… if you won’t tell me what it is… |
| Alright… now… fuckin' greedy motherfucker, bitch! |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |
| Cold sweats, shake 'em off |
| I’m dry heavement, chokin' on blood clots |
| Hallucinations are comin' to real life |
| Reflects of my face in the back of a butcher knife |
| Time after time, in the middle of the night |
| I stare at the ceiling, but I loose sight |
| I said my prayers, and I tuck myself in tight |
| But my bed still shakes, somethin' ain’t right |
| Oh shit, it’s Claude, I tend to forget |
| It’s way past midnight and he ain’t ate yet |
| No way, Dick, I’m almost out of pills |
| And you already went through my past 3 refills |
| Don’t tell me what to do, bitch, I’m on it |
| I still got that puff from last week in the closet |
| Good, he’s straight, that’s just fine |
| But what the fuck am I supposed to do in the mean time |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |
| Coffee shop opens, I’m already in the corner |
| Sippin' my latte, with crushed up sugar powder |
| I’ve been up for days, can barely see through the crust |
| Infest in my eyes, my skins pale and flush |
| Only times in my life I recall being happy |
| Rubbin' the hotties, tap a little nappy |
| Insanity setup, I try to catch me |
| My walls came crumblin', reality slapped me |
| Everywhere I look, there’s no sign of my soul |
| So my sights are set to feel that empty hole |
| That is where he comes in, yeah, him again |
| Claude mastered the art of body disposing |
| He don’t want shit but a little snack |
| His belly gets full, and me, I get my life back |
| So hopefully, today, like all the years past |
| I pick the right guide and avoid a bloodbath |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |
| You… You… You |
| It’s always about you, ain’t it? |
| Not this time… Not this time! |
| This time is about me, me, ME! |
| Medications wearin' off, I hear sirens |
| Yellin' in loud speakers, and screechin' tires |
| Quit playing, Claude, I ain’t fuckin around |
| A billyclub bounced off my head and laid me out |
| A week must’ve passed, hmm, I suppose |
| I’m in a dank ass, padded room with no clothes |
| Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone |
| This may be Hell to you, but I’m right at home |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Take me out this dirty attic) |
| You’re in me… … (Clean the cobwebs out my attic) |