Dead End

Cal Scruby

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    That's a, that's a, that's a
    It's a, that's a dead end
    Yeah

    Black on black, it's Armageddon
    Left a man, came back a legend
    They say don't head that direction
    That's a, that's a, that's a dead-end
    If you want it, come and get it
    Left for dead, I'm resurrected
    They say don't head that direction
    That's a, that's a, that's a dead-end

    Okay, God, I get the message
    Too many men I know got bad intentions
    Guess I had to learn my lesson
    I trust my gut, that's how I answer questions
    Yeah, livin' the dream
    That's what you want everybody to think
    Still get a balance alert when you broke
    Still got a phone with a crack in the screen
    First you get famous for doin' the most
    Then you get money for wooing the sheep
    Now you a joke, ain't nothing funny though
    That's how you be a professional meme
    W, W, W, dot
    Not a single goddamn one of you hot
    Everything fake that gun you use prop
    Talkin' that shit get some of you shot
    That some of you dropped did nothing
    That's a bad deal, you bluffin'
    You need me to come write this shit
    They shoulda put it in that budget, hah

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    Black on black, it's Armageddon
    Left a man, came back a legend
    They say don't head that direction
    That's a, that's a, that's a dead-end
    If you want it, come and get it
    Left for dead, I'm resurrected
    They say don't head that direction
    That's a, that's a, that's a dead-end

    Oh well, oh well
    Yes I'm pedi like toenails
    It's a cold world, it's a real cold world
    They be tryna ride on my coattail
    She came back to the hotel
    Okay, fine, it's a motel
    When she throw that ass
    Watch that stick in my hand like Odell
    Off of the YAC, I catch that, keep runnin'
    I touchdown, I don't know the last time my team punted
    Talkin' that shit tryin' hang with the big boys, you don't really want it
    You think you Andre 3K, but you more like Andre 300
    Methamphetamine, that's the taste of my medicine
    That's the pace that I talk to voices that race around in my head again
    That's the place where my thoughts are racing like chalk
    When taking my sedative
    I need to take the night off, replace the light bulb
    Instead I take ten of them, here we go
    Hop in the DeLorean, floorin' the gas
    I'm from the future, explorin' the past
    On a computer extorting the cash
    And tryna undo all the floorin' we crash
    Oops, I should've followed the rule
    I fuck up a truck, I fuck up a coupe
    Ooh, I flip that, I flip that

    Black on black, it's Armageddon
    Left a man, came back a legend
    They say don't head that direction
    That's a, that's a, that's a dead-end
    If you want it, come and get it
    Left for dead, I'm resurrected
    They say don't head that direction
    That's a, that's a, that's a dead-end

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    Composición: Corbett y Tronmusic

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