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Coma fue publicado el 7 de septiembre de 2018 por G59 Records como parte del álbum I Want to Die in New Orleans

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ruby Da Cherry

Vocals

Scrim

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Aristos Petrou

Songwriter

Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Budd Dwyer

Producer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Mike Foster

Recording Engineer

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[Verse 1]

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay

Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay

Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay

Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay

Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard

[Verse 2]

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who the fuck was that ugly ass boy I saw?

Yung Mutt, what a dumbfuck, dirty like a dump truck

Such a fucking bum, hauntin' sluts guts

I'm disgusted, I'm busted up

What the fuck did I just put up my nose?

I'm buggin' out, knees buckle

I'm duckin' out, I'm in trouble

Now, I can see the clouds, lights out

Now, I lay myself to sleep, now that I can rest in peace

No questioning my misery, my deathwish granted blissful sleep

My body turns to worms for the birds to eat

Internal decay for eternity

[Verse 3]

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay

Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay

Serve on, ser-serve on, now you know I'm out here hard

[Verse 4]

I can't lie, lately, I been on the fucking edge

Pistol gripped up in my lap

Xanax, heroin, bunch of meds

Fantasizin' about death, just need one in my temple

Put the gun up to my head

Fuck this shit, I shot the lead and now, I'm dead

Descendin' through hell, nothing but burnin' flesh smells

I scream, and scream, and scream

And hear the others yell as well

Oh, well, just my luck

Devil opens up to devour me, that was my old life

Antichrist, he has empowered me

[Verse 5]

Mmm, mmm, good

Mmm, mmm, good

Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr.

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