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[Intro: The O'My's x3] |
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Cold stares in the night, tears roll down |
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Another sad clown sittin' in the room |
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Eyes rain tears but do you really love me |
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[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper] |
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Silent and solemn, Smeagol to gollum |
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Evil done got him |
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Doctors say we believe its a problem |
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Possessed by a demon, they won't leave it inside him |
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They gon' leave him on Sunday |
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In a one man confessional with a high fever |
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Dry heaving and hollerin' |
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Check the lock, bolt the door |
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Chop the cord on the boat, float to shore |
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Ain't no leavin' the island |
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Devil whistles in his ear, out of tune |
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On an empty ass bed, can't remember how to spoon |
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Can't forget how the spoon |
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Was the bowl for the soup for his arm |
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When his arm had a cold |
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Now the cold got his feet |
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Tied up in the sheets, sweat drips from his cheeks |
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He's gonna die in hospital clothes |
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[Outro: Chance the Rapper] x3 |
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Bed, bed I rest in |
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Not my own |
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These cover make me itch |
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Hurt my head, head I question |
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Not my own |
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These covers make me sick |
