Dead End
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Dead End
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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
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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Who performs "Dead End"?
Cal Scruby performs "Dead End", and this lyric page sits inside the Cal Scruby catalog on LyroVerse.
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