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I don't know what she's doing now |
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Last I heard from her she said |
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She felt as if she should be dead |
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I guess in fact she usually does |
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I don't know what she's doing now |
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Last I heard from her she said |
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She felt as if she should be dead |
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I guess in fact she usually does |
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[Verse 1] |
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I never could understand the fact she ain't returned my calls |
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I was the only one I told her I loved her through all the flaws |
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I would always be the one to show her light in the tunnel |
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I swear to God I need her back, I know she's lost in the jungle |
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I know she need me, can't believe we grew apart so quick |
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She loved trees like me, the way the New Eras fit |
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She loved Tommy Hilfiger, Rugbys, and Adidas |
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A match made before Heaven, why the feelings have to leave us? |
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But they didn't leave my heart so fast |
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I still wish I had her near and had a beer for her glass |
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Even though I know that's her downfall from the past |
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Still wanna shop for old time sake if she asks |
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Little shot of Crown Royale, maybe 151 |
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So if you see her let her know the plan to have us some fun |
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Well guess what? Today front page of the daily news |
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My queen betting the Bean dead right ? what the fuck? |
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[Chorus] |
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I don't know what she's doing now |
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Last I heard from her she said |
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She felt as if she should be dead |
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I guess in fact she usually does |
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[Verse 2] |
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Ever see a dog so confused and assed out? |
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She'll suck any dude off chasing the cash route |
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She went from pompoms to kine bud |
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I watched the innocence transform, obsession to buying drugs |
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Little Tooty was a cutie, I swear God |
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Carmel complexion, good grade with a hair bob |
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Ten years later now she's bobbing to head jobs |
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In and out of strip clubs like a career job |
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And she can't see that she's killing herself |
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Cause a couple dollars got this drunk feeling herself |
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It's ill how this little girl could be ruthless |
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She can make a nigga with three degrees look stupid |
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She even tried to trick a couple dollars from Cupid |
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Emotionally drain your ass out till you're useless |
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The price is high when you wanna ride |
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With a john that's suicide, she's a suicide, c'mon |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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She said I must confess it turns me on when I cut my flesh |
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There's nothing left, I'm hollow, I'll follow death |
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If it's a change from the mundane Mondays |
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You know my pain, I'm empty inside, my veins pump Novocaine |
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Sometimes I feel like life isn't real |
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And my brain is too busy and my mind don't ever heal |
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I could never shut it off so I'd rather shut it down |
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Do it right the first time, I ain't trying to fuck around |
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And she smiles for her friends but the smile is a mask |
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Any memories of happiness are filed in the past |
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I considered my garage foot revving on the gas |
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A slash and a gasp or a violent blast |
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I don't believe in Hell unless it's what I'm in |
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I wanna free my soul, straight jump out of my skin |
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She exhaled and sighed, eyes opened wide |
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Suicide, it's a suicide |
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[Outro] |
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I don't know what she's doing now |
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Last I heard from her she said |
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She felt as if she should be dead |
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I guess in fact she usually does |
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It's so hard for me to explain |
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I guess she has a strange approach |
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It makes her seem beyond reproach |
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Until you find out what she is |
