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Remember how good things used to be? |
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(Although I seem and appear) |
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Remember how good things, everything used to be? |
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(To the naked eye, to be normal) |
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It used to be just so good |
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It used to be just me and this girl |
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(Yeah, right) |
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Pull out my naked eye and with this |
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Wrap it, my mask of sanity is about to slip |
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Sittin' in my room with a razor blade |
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Thinkin' all my days are played |
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As much as my single needs to fade away |
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Shoot myself in the arm and start bleedin', don't wanna go yet |
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Stick a straw in my wound and taste my heart beatin' |
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Fuckin' bitch left me and I ain't even peaked yet |
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Fuck all that noise, the playboy, this leak's wet |
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Smoke a bundle to the face, lace my brain and neurons |
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Carvin' all my downfalls into my fuckin' forearm |
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Cage snap out of this, it's just a girl |
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It's just the world, it's just a life |
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It's just a rusty Rambo knife |
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Wedge between my ribs |
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Scratchin' my heart up tonight |
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I'm gonna pull that shit off in front of all my friends |
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Went swimmin' under the Brooklyn Bridge tryin' to catch the bends |
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Didn't swim deep enough, my head imploded 10% |
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Floated to the surface, the paramedic's like, "What's this stench?" |
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(Holy shit) |
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"Alright everybody back off, it's still alive" |
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I'm a suicidal failure |
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Look, my life's a failure |
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I can't make it in rap |
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Even my birth's an error |
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Do what I can to catch a quick death |
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But I'm meant to be here |
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And that's the fuckin' hell I live with |
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I'm a suicidal failure |
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Look, my life's a failure |
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I can't make it in rap |
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Even my birth's an error |
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Do what I can to catch a quick death |
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But I'm meant to be here |
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And that's the fuckin' hell I live with |
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Took the phone off the hook, eight multi-colored pills |
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Washed it down with Absolut, started writin' out my will |
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Give my dog, Bootlegs, pierce to in D.C. |
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To my girl who left me when she said, "Pick me, I'm PCP" |
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Since I love to smoke, I thought it was a joke |
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Tried to hang myself and I fell free from the rope |
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Broke my both my arms, my neck, smashed my femur |
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Got up somehow and limped in from of a Beamer |
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Cracked my rib cage |
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"Look what you did Cage, you're dying" |
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But I'm not dead yet, I'm still tryin' |
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Cut my wrists and walked pass some Crypts bleedin' red |
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In hopes I'd get shot in the fuckin' head |
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I'm a suicidal failure |
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Look, my life's a failure |
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I can't make it in rap |
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Even my birth's an error |
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Do what I can to catch a quick death |
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But I'm meant to be here |
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And that's the fuckin' hell I live with |
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I'm a suicidal failure |
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Look, my life's a failure |
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I can't make it in rap |
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Even my birth's an error |
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Do what I can to catch a quick death |
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But I'm meant to be here |
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And that's the fuckin' hell I live with |
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I drank a bottle of Jack, sniffed three bottles of Kitty |
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In the middle of the freeway, walkin' to the city |
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So much PCP I changed my name to Watermouth |
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Pumpin' [unverified] I walked into a Jewish slaughterhouse |
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Threw myself on a hook |
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(Now that's a chorus) |
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Got split from my neck to my dick |
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(Now that's what poor is) |
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Hollow man look at all my dangling parts |
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Drop into the gutter with a piece of you on my heart |
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Little piece of shit that I couldn't fling from my chest |
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Shoulda stayed a lot long enough to kill the faggot with |
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But right now my skin is gettin' stripped off |
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Each one of my limbs is stripped off |
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Covered in thick sauce, my head hits the conveyor |
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I'm not thinkin' of prayer, that's sick |
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I'm watchin' the movie at Laurie's alone |
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And you suckin' some guys dick |
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Six seconds left, when I die I'm gonna find her |
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On some poltergeist shit |
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While my face goes through the grinder |
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I'm a suicidal failure |
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Look, my life's a failure |
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I can't make it in rap |
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Even my birth's an error |
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Do what I can to catch a quick death |
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But I'm meant to be here |
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And that's the fuckin' hell I live with |
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I'm a suicidal failure |
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Look, my life's a failure |
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I can't make it in rap |
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Even my birth's an error |
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Do what I can to catch a quick death |
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But I'm meant to be here |
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And that's the fuckin' hell I live with |
