歌曲 | Cobwebs in my Attic |
歌手 | Shaggy 2 Dope |
专辑 | F.T.F.O. |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Clark, ICP | |
*******gy 2 *******: | |
Cobwebs in my | |
Attic Intro: | |
What? WHAT?? | |
What the *******! | |
You know what time it is man? | |
Alright... | |
Now?? ******* greedy mother | |
******!!! | |
*******! Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 Cold sweats, shake 'em off | |
I'm dry heavin' an chokin' up blood clots | |
Hallucinations are comin' to real life | |
Reflections 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 lose sight | |
I said my prayers and | |
I tuck myself in tight | |
My bed still shakes, somethin' ain't right | |
Oh *******t it's | |
Claud, I tend to forget | |
It's way passed midnight and he ain't ate yet | |
No way *******, | |
I'm almost outta pills | |
And you already went through my last 3 refills | |
Don't tell me what to do, ******* | |
I'm on it. | |
Still got that girl from last week in the closet. | |
Good, he's straight, that's just fine | |
But what the ******* | |
I'm supposed to do in the mean time?? | |
Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 Coffee shop opens, | |
I'm already in the corner | |
Sippin' my latte, with crushed up soma powder | |
I've been up for days, | |
Barely see through the crust infestin' my eyes | |
My skin's pale and flushed | |
Only moments in my life | |
I recall bein' happy | |
Reppin' the hotties, | |
Tap a 'lil nappy. | |
Insanity set up and tried to catch me | |
My walls came crumblin' reality slapped me. | |
Everywhere | |
I look there's no sign of my soul | |
So my sights is set to fill that empty hole | |
That's where he comes in. | |
Yeah, him again. | |
Claud mastered the art of body desposalin' | |
He don't want *******t, just a little snack | |
His belly gets full, and me? | |
I get my life back | |
So hopefully today like all the years passed | |
I pick the right guy and avoid a blood bath. | |
Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 You, you, you. | |
It's always about you, ain't it? | |
Not this time, | |
NOT this time!! | |
This time it's about me, | |
ME!!!! Medication's wearin' off | |
I hear sirens | |
Yellin' in loud speakers and screechin' tires | |
Quit playin' | |
Claud, I ain't *******' around! | |
A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out | |
A week musta passed, hm, | |
I suppose | |
I'm in a dank ass padded room with no clothes | |
Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone | |
This might be hell ta you, but | |
I'm right at home! | |
Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 (I'm right at home! This might be hell ta you but I'm right at home!) |
zuo qu : Clark, ICP | |
gy 2 : | |
Cobwebs in my | |
Attic Intro: | |
What? WHAT?? | |
What the ! | |
You know what time it is man? | |
Alright... | |
Now?? greedy mother | |
!!! | |
! Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 Cold sweats, shake ' em off | |
I' m dry heavin' an chokin' up blood clots | |
Hallucinations are comin' to real life | |
Reflections 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 lose sight | |
I said my prayers and | |
I tuck myself in tight | |
My bed still shakes, somethin' ain' t right | |
Oh t it' s | |
Claud, I tend to forget | |
It' s way passed midnight and he ain' t ate yet | |
No way , | |
I' m almost outta pills | |
And you already went through my last 3 refills | |
Don' t tell me what to do, | |
I' m on it. | |
Still got that girl from last week in the closet. | |
Good, he' s straight, that' s just fine | |
But what the | |
I' m supposed to do in the mean time?? | |
Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 Coffee shop opens, | |
I' m already in the corner | |
Sippin' my latte, with crushed up soma powder | |
I' ve been up for days, | |
Barely see through the crust infestin' my eyes | |
My skin' s pale and flushed | |
Only moments in my life | |
I recall bein' happy | |
Reppin' the hotties, | |
Tap a ' lil nappy. | |
Insanity set up and tried to catch me | |
My walls came crumblin' reality slapped me. | |
Everywhere | |
I look there' s no sign of my soul | |
So my sights is set to fill that empty hole | |
That' s where he comes in. | |
Yeah, him again. | |
Claud mastered the art of body desposalin' | |
He don' t want t, just a little snack | |
His belly gets full, and me? | |
I get my life back | |
So hopefully today like all the years passed | |
I pick the right guy and avoid a blood bath. | |
Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 You, you, you. | |
It' s always about you, ain' t it? | |
Not this time, | |
NOT this time!! | |
This time it' s about me, | |
ME!!!! Medication' s wearin' off | |
I hear sirens | |
Yellin' in loud speakers and screechin' tires | |
Quit playin' | |
Claud, I ain' t ' around! | |
A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out | |
A week musta passed, hm, | |
I suppose | |
I' m in a dank ass padded room with no clothes | |
Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone | |
This might be hell ta you, but | |
I' m right at home! | |
Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 I' m right at home! This might be hell ta you but I' m right at home! |
zuò qǔ : Clark, ICP | |
gy 2 : | |
Cobwebs in my | |
Attic Intro: | |
What? WHAT?? | |
What the ! | |
You know what time it is man? | |
Alright... | |
Now?? greedy mother | |
!!! | |
! Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 Cold sweats, shake ' em off | |
I' m dry heavin' an chokin' up blood clots | |
Hallucinations are comin' to real life | |
Reflections 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 lose sight | |
I said my prayers and | |
I tuck myself in tight | |
My bed still shakes, somethin' ain' t right | |
Oh t it' s | |
Claud, I tend to forget | |
It' s way passed midnight and he ain' t ate yet | |
No way , | |
I' m almost outta pills | |
And you already went through my last 3 refills | |
Don' t tell me what to do, | |
I' m on it. | |
Still got that girl from last week in the closet. | |
Good, he' s straight, that' s just fine | |
But what the | |
I' m supposed to do in the mean time?? | |
Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 Coffee shop opens, | |
I' m already in the corner | |
Sippin' my latte, with crushed up soma powder | |
I' ve been up for days, | |
Barely see through the crust infestin' my eyes | |
My skin' s pale and flushed | |
Only moments in my life | |
I recall bein' happy | |
Reppin' the hotties, | |
Tap a ' lil nappy. | |
Insanity set up and tried to catch me | |
My walls came crumblin' reality slapped me. | |
Everywhere | |
I look there' s no sign of my soul | |
So my sights is set to fill that empty hole | |
That' s where he comes in. | |
Yeah, him again. | |
Claud mastered the art of body desposalin' | |
He don' t want t, just a little snack | |
His belly gets full, and me? | |
I get my life back | |
So hopefully today like all the years passed | |
I pick the right guy and avoid a blood bath. | |
Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 You, you, you. | |
It' s always about you, ain' t it? | |
Not this time, | |
NOT this time!! | |
This time it' s about me, | |
ME!!!! Medication' s wearin' off | |
I hear sirens | |
Yellin' in loud speakers and screechin' tires | |
Quit playin' | |
Claud, I ain' t ' around! | |
A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out | |
A week musta passed, hm, | |
I suppose | |
I' m in a dank ass padded room with no clothes | |
Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone | |
This might be hell ta you, but | |
I' m right at home! | |
Lord help me | |
Break me of this dirty habit | |
Lord help me | |
Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
X2 I' m right at home! This might be hell ta you but I' m right at home! |