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Hol-, hol- Hol-, hol-, hol-, hol-, hol- Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Hollow heat up your dome Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Kickin' it in my Hollow heat up your dome Still here boasting my emotions Now coping while fucking dopeless Let the dope hit, breathing slowly Look baby, I'll show you hopeless Load the ammo, $carecrow no shadow Bloody pianos, sold out gallows My mind so harrowed, from tragic backroads traveled Waking up with dread, pop off on my meds Nose deep in narcotics Window shopping for my father's problems Do you have some options? My hand numb from gripping the pistol, trigger finger callous My heart out to my girl, I know that loving me is a challenge Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Hollow heat up your dome Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Hollow heat up your dome, hol- Kickin' it in my Hollow heat up your dome Garbage what I'm spewing, sluggish how I'm moving Dope is what I'm choosing if you ask me how I'm doing I be cruising, coasting, using, dosing Just don't overdo it Hoping I don't fucking lose it Rope in hand, I tied the noose, it's open Another night blacked out Lying on the bathroom floor I ain't gon' back out, I ain't gon' lash out I guarantee I'll have some more I'mma dive into the void, head first Ain't tryna avoid said thirst, I'm tryna enjoy death Worst things about me? Constantly doubting the fact that I'm blessed by a curse (I feel like I've hit rock bottom) (And another trapdoor opened and I plunged further into despair) (God only gives us as much suffering as we can endure) (I mean, pile us on the ship to see if we'll break? Why?) (To test our faith) (And to make us appreciate the good that we do have) (Well, forgive me for saying so, reverend, but God is a sick fuck)
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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