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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. SongtexteYou'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) Aus Songtexte Mania