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Coma foi lançado em 7 de setembro de 2018 por G59 Records como parte do álbum I Want to Die in New Orleans
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Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
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Scrim
Scrim
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Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
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Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
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Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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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, Scott Arceneaux Jr.

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