| Ey, tell me where the fuck that antifreeze at. |
| I need to
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| Fill my cup up to the brim, add some Popov, but just a splash
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| I take it to the dome, and that shit put me on my back
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| And I woke up an hour later from an involuntary nap
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| Now I’m in an ambulance, ass out, no pants, goin' mach nine
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| Jumped up front, grabbed the wheel, cut it, rolled about 10 times
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| I crawled out the wreckage, damage free. |
| I don’t believe this
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| I’m tryin' to die, but I can’t, Betty White, bitch!
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| Hit up a restaurant and ordered Clorox soup
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| And just sucked it all up through my missin' tooth
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| Man, wait, I was jarred, awake, hella wet and warm
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| No restaurant, no soup, but mad blood was pourin'
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| Apparently what happened was, at least I was told
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| Shoved the Glock in my eye and proceeded to unload
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| Brain hangin' down my back like Lil Uzi purse
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| Why can’t I die? |
| I just keep gettin' hurt
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| Gloomy Sunday (Uh)
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| With shadows I spend it all (Guess what?)
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| My heart and I
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| Have decided to end it all (I had enough)
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| Gloomy Sunday (Uh)
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| Gloomy
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| Now I’m walkin' down the street, liquified brains, splintered bones (Ouch!)
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| Boilin' hot chicken noodle bleach shootin' out my stomach, through my mouth
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| And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. |
| It ain’t sick of my Titanic (Nope!)
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| ‘Cause I gotta fuckin' go. |
| I intend on reachin', God damn it
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| I’ve unloaded on police, gang bangers, pit bulls
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| Swallowed Xanax bars with Adderalls, all the time, by the fistfuls (nom nom nom
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| nom)
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| I had my homies slit my throat, hehh, so I bled out, hehh, nothin' big (What?)
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| Then they hacked me up to pieces, fed me to the pigs, but I still lived
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| So I took a' Uber downtown (Ooh), found the tallest buildin' (Ooh!)
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| Told some dude I’m goin' up and jumpin' off, boy said, «Won't that kill him?»
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| Laughed in they face (Ha!) Off the roof, I swung down
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| Triple all the way down, how the fuck did I survive?
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| Now this one here has took so many youngsters in they prime, so
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| Jackin' your dick off while you’re chokin' yourself? |
| I think I’ll give it a go
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| Then I fill my cars with homies, go the wrong way on a one-way, and it
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| Seemed like so many more besides me got their own gloomy sunday
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| Gloomy Sunday (Uh)
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| With shadows I spend it all (My time’s spent)
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| My heart and I
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| Have decided to end it all (I'm dead)
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| Gloomy Sunday (Uh)
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| Gloomy (Yeah) Sunday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
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| With shadows I spend it all (My time’s spent)
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| My heart and I
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| Have decided to end it all (I'm dead)
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| Gloomy Sunday (Uh)
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| Gloomy (Yeah) Sunday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay |