Cobwebs in my Attic Lyrics
| Song | Cobwebs in my Attic |
| Artist | Shaggy 2 Dope |
| Album | F.T.F.O. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Clark, ICP | |
| *******gy 2 *******: | |
| Cobwebs in my | |
| Attic Intro: | |
| What? WHAT?? | |
| What the *******! | |
| You know what time it is man? | |
| Alright... | |
| Now?? ******* greedy mother | |
| ******!!! | |
| *******! Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 Cold sweats, shake 'em off | |
| I'm dry heavin' an chokin' up blood clots | |
| Hallucinations are comin' to real life | |
| Reflections of my face in the back of a butcher knife | |
| Time after time in the middle of the night | |
| I stare at the ceiling but | |
| I lose sight | |
| I said my prayers and | |
| I tuck myself in tight | |
| My bed still shakes, somethin' ain't right | |
| Oh *******t it's | |
| Claud, I tend to forget | |
| It's way passed midnight and he ain't ate yet | |
| No way *******, | |
| I'm almost outta pills | |
| And you already went through my last 3 refills | |
| Don't tell me what to do, ******* | |
| I'm on it. | |
| Still got that girl from last week in the closet. | |
| Good, he's straight, that's just fine | |
| But what the ******* | |
| I'm supposed to do in the mean time?? | |
| Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 Coffee shop opens, | |
| I'm already in the corner | |
| Sippin' my latte, with crushed up soma powder | |
| I've been up for days, | |
| Barely see through the crust infestin' my eyes | |
| My skin's pale and flushed | |
| Only moments in my life | |
| I recall bein' happy | |
| Reppin' the hotties, | |
| Tap a 'lil nappy. | |
| Insanity set up and tried to catch me | |
| My walls came crumblin' reality slapped me. | |
| Everywhere | |
| I look there's no sign of my soul | |
| So my sights is set to fill that empty hole | |
| That's where he comes in. | |
| Yeah, him again. | |
| Claud mastered the art of body desposalin' | |
| He don't want *******t, just a little snack | |
| His belly gets full, and me? | |
| I get my life back | |
| So hopefully today like all the years passed | |
| I pick the right guy and avoid a blood bath. | |
| Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 You, you, you. | |
| It's always about you, ain't it? | |
| Not this time, | |
| NOT this time!! | |
| This time it's about me, | |
| ME!!!! Medication's wearin' off | |
| I hear sirens | |
| Yellin' in loud speakers and screechin' tires | |
| Quit playin' | |
| Claud, I ain't *******' around! | |
| A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out | |
| A week musta passed, hm, | |
| I suppose | |
| I'm in a dank ass padded room with no clothes | |
| Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone | |
| This might be hell ta you, but | |
| I'm right at home! | |
| Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 (I'm right at home! This might be hell ta you but I'm right at home!) |
| zuo qu : Clark, ICP | |
| gy 2 : | |
| Cobwebs in my | |
| Attic Intro: | |
| What? WHAT?? | |
| What the ! | |
| You know what time it is man? | |
| Alright... | |
| Now?? greedy mother | |
| !!! | |
| ! Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 Cold sweats, shake ' em off | |
| I' m dry heavin' an chokin' up blood clots | |
| Hallucinations are comin' to real life | |
| Reflections of my face in the back of a butcher knife | |
| Time after time in the middle of the night | |
| I stare at the ceiling but | |
| I lose sight | |
| I said my prayers and | |
| I tuck myself in tight | |
| My bed still shakes, somethin' ain' t right | |
| Oh t it' s | |
| Claud, I tend to forget | |
| It' s way passed midnight and he ain' t ate yet | |
| No way , | |
| I' m almost outta pills | |
| And you already went through my last 3 refills | |
| Don' t tell me what to do, | |
| I' m on it. | |
| Still got that girl from last week in the closet. | |
| Good, he' s straight, that' s just fine | |
| But what the | |
| I' m supposed to do in the mean time?? | |
| Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 Coffee shop opens, | |
| I' m already in the corner | |
| Sippin' my latte, with crushed up soma powder | |
| I' ve been up for days, | |
| Barely see through the crust infestin' my eyes | |
| My skin' s pale and flushed | |
| Only moments in my life | |
| I recall bein' happy | |
| Reppin' the hotties, | |
| Tap a ' lil nappy. | |
| Insanity set up and tried to catch me | |
| My walls came crumblin' reality slapped me. | |
| Everywhere | |
| I look there' s no sign of my soul | |
| So my sights is set to fill that empty hole | |
| That' s where he comes in. | |
| Yeah, him again. | |
| Claud mastered the art of body desposalin' | |
| He don' t want t, just a little snack | |
| His belly gets full, and me? | |
| I get my life back | |
| So hopefully today like all the years passed | |
| I pick the right guy and avoid a blood bath. | |
| Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 You, you, you. | |
| It' s always about you, ain' t it? | |
| Not this time, | |
| NOT this time!! | |
| This time it' s about me, | |
| ME!!!! Medication' s wearin' off | |
| I hear sirens | |
| Yellin' in loud speakers and screechin' tires | |
| Quit playin' | |
| Claud, I ain' t ' around! | |
| A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out | |
| A week musta passed, hm, | |
| I suppose | |
| I' m in a dank ass padded room with no clothes | |
| Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone | |
| This might be hell ta you, but | |
| I' m right at home! | |
| Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 I' m right at home! This might be hell ta you but I' m right at home! |
| zuò qǔ : Clark, ICP | |
| gy 2 : | |
| Cobwebs in my | |
| Attic Intro: | |
| What? WHAT?? | |
| What the ! | |
| You know what time it is man? | |
| Alright... | |
| Now?? greedy mother | |
| !!! | |
| ! Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 Cold sweats, shake ' em off | |
| I' m dry heavin' an chokin' up blood clots | |
| Hallucinations are comin' to real life | |
| Reflections of my face in the back of a butcher knife | |
| Time after time in the middle of the night | |
| I stare at the ceiling but | |
| I lose sight | |
| I said my prayers and | |
| I tuck myself in tight | |
| My bed still shakes, somethin' ain' t right | |
| Oh t it' s | |
| Claud, I tend to forget | |
| It' s way passed midnight and he ain' t ate yet | |
| No way , | |
| I' m almost outta pills | |
| And you already went through my last 3 refills | |
| Don' t tell me what to do, | |
| I' m on it. | |
| Still got that girl from last week in the closet. | |
| Good, he' s straight, that' s just fine | |
| But what the | |
| I' m supposed to do in the mean time?? | |
| Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 Coffee shop opens, | |
| I' m already in the corner | |
| Sippin' my latte, with crushed up soma powder | |
| I' ve been up for days, | |
| Barely see through the crust infestin' my eyes | |
| My skin' s pale and flushed | |
| Only moments in my life | |
| I recall bein' happy | |
| Reppin' the hotties, | |
| Tap a ' lil nappy. | |
| Insanity set up and tried to catch me | |
| My walls came crumblin' reality slapped me. | |
| Everywhere | |
| I look there' s no sign of my soul | |
| So my sights is set to fill that empty hole | |
| That' s where he comes in. | |
| Yeah, him again. | |
| Claud mastered the art of body desposalin' | |
| He don' t want t, just a little snack | |
| His belly gets full, and me? | |
| I get my life back | |
| So hopefully today like all the years passed | |
| I pick the right guy and avoid a blood bath. | |
| Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 You, you, you. | |
| It' s always about you, ain' t it? | |
| Not this time, | |
| NOT this time!! | |
| This time it' s about me, | |
| ME!!!! Medication' s wearin' off | |
| I hear sirens | |
| Yellin' in loud speakers and screechin' tires | |
| Quit playin' | |
| Claud, I ain' t ' around! | |
| A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out | |
| A week musta passed, hm, | |
| I suppose | |
| I' m in a dank ass padded room with no clothes | |
| Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone | |
| This might be hell ta you, but | |
| I' m right at home! | |
| Lord help me | |
| Break me of this dirty habit | |
| Lord help me | |
| Clean the cobwebs out my attic | |
| X2 I' m right at home! This might be hell ta you but I' m right at home! |
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