- Shaggy 2 Dope cobwebs in my attic 歌詞
- Shaggy 2 Dope
- *******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
Im 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 aint right
Oh *******t its
Claud, I tend to forget
Its way passed midnight and he aint ate yet
No way *******,
Im almost outta pills
And you already went through my last 3 refills
Dont tell me what to do, *******
Im on it.
Still got that girl from last week in the closet.
Good, hes straight, thats just fine
But what the *******
Im 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,
Im already in the corner
Sippin my latte, with crushed up soma powder
Ive been up for days,
Barely see through the crust infestin my eyes
My skins 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 theres no sign of my soul
So my sights is set to fill that empty hole
Thats where he comes in.
Yeah, him again.
Claud mastered the art of body desposalin
He dont 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.
Its always about you, aint it?
Not this time,
NOT this time!!
This time its about me,
ME!!!! Medications wearin off
I hear sirens
Yellin in loud speakers and screechin tires
Quit playin
Claud, I aint ******* around!
A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out
A week musta passed, hm,
I suppose
Im 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
Im right at home!
Lord help me
Break me of this dirty habit
Lord help me
Clean the cobwebs out my attic
X2 (Im right at home! This might be hell ta you but Im right at home!)
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