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Woke up drenched in sweat so cold that it froze my home Wanna go to Hell, 'cause at least it's warm on the brimstone floor No love no more, I'm gettin' frail And my face is not the same as before I cannot see who I was before I died and was reborn as a dog I cannot look myself in the mirror I cause quakes, led just touch everything that breaks (Okay) Middle of the night, not even show my face Cops on the block and they buildin' a case (What's up?) Hope that they shot, put holes in ya cake I don't want nobody savin' the day The black-eyed gang got somethin' to say (Okay) It's okay, just back up and pray (What?) Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate (Mula!) And my shotty got a body on it (Sleezy!), Tommy got a body on it (Sleezy!) I just body my opponents (Boom-boom), I'm John Gotti, you's a rodent (Fuck outta here) I got shotgun, run like Ricky (Rrah) Hit 'em with a hot one, drum hold fifty (Boom-boom) Cop killin' shows like my Tombo's pinky (Boom-boom) Bitch curl up like a jumbo shrimpy (Slide) SongtexteFeds wanna watch everything I do (No-no) Seen in Fox 5-10 o'clock news (Bitch) Momma's stressed, kids stressed, and pops too (Boom-boom) My wrist, carats, your gang buy jewel (Mula!) Shawty suck my soul 'til my dick turn blue (Splat) Shawty fuck me crazy like a sick cartoon (Splat) In a Mercedes, I go vroom-vroom (Skrrt) Niggas talkin' brazy, say "Get boom-boom" (Boom-boom) Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate (Ugh-ah) I might have it all, but half of the time I just feel insignificant Incapable, intoxicated, I'm over the pressure, yeah, feel underprivileged Like my kingdom is buried in sand, house of many as I am the man As I look at the cards in my hand, the fortune teller of the terror says zero I'm sick of artists that chuck up the deuce When they get juice, when you head from the Wiltern Sick of hoes that won't get us the deals within Talkin' the shit once you give 'em the pu-uh-um Clear your throat 'cause you know you a swallower Up to me? I would kill a whole lot of ya So it's part two to Hell or High Water, huh? Said you gangsta, but with Law & Order, huh? Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain Can't cry now, but can self-medicate Aus Songtexte Mania