调：C# minor•
Intro 1
So, you tell me that everything
just isn't going well
Verse 1
Well, first off
I ain't showin' no religion respect
the only thing I regret
missin' a neck
Life is a bitch and my cock's soft,
My hands tremble, my finger slipped,
Her life is fucked, she's sad now,
Chorus 1
her son is dead
C#m9
Cm9
I told her I'm her worst nightmare
Or in your day dreams,
Or in your day dreams,
Verse 2
that's how death seems
C#m9
When I was younger, I would smile a lot
lap's full of Budweiser tops
They begged me to stop,
Love? I don't get none,
My father called me to tell me he loved me
of gettin' Taylor Swift to fuck me
most niggas wanna punch me
even touched me
Fuck y'all
offend people for the hell of it
get on my level
My life is Ms. Mon-unique Parker,
F#m/A
Gm/Bb
I'll see you in a couple,
Am/C
F#m/A
Gm/Bb
O. F
Chorus 2
C#m9
Cm9
I told her I'm her worst nightmare
Or in your day dreams,
Or in your day dreams,
Interlude 1
that's how death seems
Tyler, here's some water, man
You, you seem a little tense
Verse 3
How's, uh, how's Thebe?
just don't give a fuck
all because their kid is fucking up
face it, suck it up
Feel like I missed my lil' brother growin' up
missed his brother growin' up
like he missed his family growin' up
But I never had a drink
(Sydney, Tyler's throwin' up!)
if I drink and get drunk enough
But that's a fucking lie,
why would he say that?
Don't look at me, I'm 6'5", about to fucking cry
I finally had a family
and where the fuck is Riley?
because the labels wanna sign me
and you fuckers couldn't find me?
"O.F. is the best"
They say that I'm shock value
(Why?)
'Cause I don't know how to (Whoa)
but no, it's the fights at home
some knifes get shown
so the knives get thrown
now her throat's all gone
Am/C
F#m/A
from the Twilight Zone
Gm/Bb
Am/C
Then they wonder why I stay at Travis' pad
Am/C
F#m/A
full of plastic-wrapped black tees
Gm/Bb
Am/C
F#m/A
And deoroant like his house is my home
I could live with the same hat
And the same flat-screen
TV watchin' Flapjack
And the same bacon and waffles
on a nice Saturday
Where I skate
with the same fucking friends at
"Message from The GZA,
oh, another one from Plain Pat"
Email full of emails, I never write back
Ain't kill myself yet,
Chorus 3
and I already want my life back
C#m9
Cm9
I told her I'm her worst nightmare
Or in your day dreams,
Verse 4
that's how death seems
You're on the side of faggots
and cock blockers
and the top notches
Gm/Bb
Am/C
F#m/A
Gm/Bb
I'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human
F#m/A
Gm/Bb
We at the fuckin' Dirty like it's laundry
Outro 1
Nigga, get off me
(What's, what's gotten into you?)
it's, it's like I'm a different person at times
sometimes I'm not
(Yeah, you)
I don't fucking know, man
He tells me to do this shit,
that I don't wanna fucking do
(What's his name?)
Tron Cat
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