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Baby, come and visit in my underground apartment
 I don't got no oxygen, at least I got parking
 Here we got the fridge that tell you you'd be better starving
 Here we got the smoker's corner for the broken-hearted
 Baby, can you tell me how the fuck to die happy?
 I just wanna drill my head in dirt and hear it cracking
 Cells inside my brain would tell me it'd be too tacky
 I just need a freight to clip the rail and come smack me
 I'm so fucking sorry, girl, I know I'm still changing
 This here like a lullaby you sing to kill the baby
 I know that you can't, but means a lot, you tried to save me
 Promise I'll remember you, you're such a nice lady
 When I'm just a blob in my mid to late forties
 Every time my smaller blobs would make 'em tell stories
 Only tell the one, because I want 'em to remember
 When I tell the tale about the woman in the quarry
 And then we flip it
 Alright, alright
 Alright, alright
 Alright, alright
 Baby, I can tell you I won't ever die sober
 I don't live no different from the man behind the dumpster
 And if it's not no drugs, just be assured I'm in my slumber
 Down right, dirty season, throwin' up blood all summer
 I remember geeking, when I walked into the complex
 I know I was fucked, it's probably way worse out of context
 Shawty been my angel in a time I need it most
 Sucks she couldn't save me right before I turned ghost
 Cons may well inspire, give a fuck about pros
 I still got some slime underneath the dimple on my nose
 I suck on the bottle almost like I'm still teething
 I just hope this wine can help me tell you how I'm feeling