Misery in Waking Hours Songtext
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Misery in Waking Hours Songtext
A self confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9
John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October
Of 2008
But he told me he has murdered many more people
And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer
I don′t think like normal people, never have
Have racing thoughts
It's been that way, since I was a kid
I′m constantly doesn't matter if I'm asleep or I′m awake
I′m constantly thinkin' of a hundred things at one time
(You did good, $lick)
(It′s a smash)
Okay, okay, okay
Yeah, got me fucked up (Okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, got me fucked up (Okay, okay)
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Money what I'm ′bout (Wetto)
Too much cash to count (Brr)
Keep that bitch outside
Ain't no hoes up in my house (Hahaha)
Smokin′ out the ounce, uh
I'm watchin' recession (Yeah)
My bitch want affection
But I′m busy cleanin′ weapons (Brr)
Pick up white trash, rolls presidential
I can't trust no mans, so me drivin′ is essential (Skrrt)
Sippin' on some potion (Yeah)
I got no emotions (Nah)
Sold my opp a pack
Now his dog is what he′s smokin'
Since I was a youngin′ I been moving like a MAC (okay)
Fucking up a sac
Daddy smokin' crack (Let's get it)
By sixteen, I was pimpin′, fuckin′ bitches back to back
(Let's get it)
Ben was with me in the trap
Told me, "Rap and don′t look back"
(Let's get it, let′s get it, let's get it, get it, get it)
Wish my dog was here
So I can give him every plaque (Every plaque)
Hope he lookin′ down with me counting every rack (Every rack)
This shit deeper than rap
Mane this shit deeper than labels (Let's get it)
Kids eatin' dinner with no father at the table (Let′s get it)
Gotta keep it stable (Let′s get it)
Gotta keep it pushin' (Let′s get it)
Them hoes, they got me fucked up
Think I'm worried bout′ pussy
Right here where I should be (North)
Eastern B L O C (Grey)
Grey 59 stayed f-u-c-k-e-d to the u-p
Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)
Yeah, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up
Six feet under ground
Yeah, but I can go deeper
Always got my heater
Raise the temp like I'm fighting off a fever
Sleep with one eye open
Always winking at the reaper
Used to get so high
They found me aimlessly floatin′ up in the ether
Ruby, bring the phonk
Movin' shadows when the night fall (Yeah)
Fuck, this shit is bunk
Feel like I'm snortin′ Chinese drywall
Play it smooth like a baby
Make his bitch think that I might crawl
AMG Mercedes got the bark like it′ll bite y'all
Shinin′ so hard, I'm turnin′ tunnels into bright halls (Shit)
Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall
Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this fuckin' fame shit
Caught in broad daylight
Fuck, it′s too late, I can't shape shift
Always lookin' down
They think that Ruby need a facelift
Everyday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?)
Get the fuck away from me
Leave me the fuck alone
All of the credit I get is a lie
The whole time it was one of my clones (It was)
They say they got beef
But they chewin′ up beyond meat (beef, fuck off)
How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me
Boy, go get your bread up
Shred some lettuce on that Banh mi (yeah, yeah)
Tryna tempt me with your honey
Obvy, bitch, you got the wrong bee (Okay)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)
Yeah got me fucked up
Got me fucked up
Bitch, you got me fucked up
John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October
Of 2008
But he told me he has murdered many more people
And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer
I don′t think like normal people, never have
Have racing thoughts
It's been that way, since I was a kid
I′m constantly doesn't matter if I'm asleep or I′m awake
I′m constantly thinkin' of a hundred things at one time
(You did good, $lick)
(It′s a smash)
Okay, okay, okay
Yeah, got me fucked up (Okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, got me fucked up (Okay, okay)
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Money what I'm ′bout (Wetto)
Too much cash to count (Brr)
Keep that bitch outside
Ain't no hoes up in my house (Hahaha)
Smokin′ out the ounce, uh
I'm watchin' recession (Yeah)
My bitch want affection
But I′m busy cleanin′ weapons (Brr)
Pick up white trash, rolls presidential
I can't trust no mans, so me drivin′ is essential (Skrrt)
Sippin' on some potion (Yeah)
I got no emotions (Nah)
Sold my opp a pack
Now his dog is what he′s smokin'
Since I was a youngin′ I been moving like a MAC (okay)
Fucking up a sac
Daddy smokin' crack (Let's get it)
By sixteen, I was pimpin′, fuckin′ bitches back to back
(Let's get it)
Ben was with me in the trap
Told me, "Rap and don′t look back"
(Let's get it, let′s get it, let's get it, get it, get it)
Wish my dog was here
So I can give him every plaque (Every plaque)
Hope he lookin′ down with me counting every rack (Every rack)
This shit deeper than rap
Mane this shit deeper than labels (Let's get it)
Kids eatin' dinner with no father at the table (Let′s get it)
Gotta keep it stable (Let′s get it)
Gotta keep it pushin' (Let′s get it)
Them hoes, they got me fucked up
Think I'm worried bout′ pussy
Right here where I should be (North)
Eastern B L O C (Grey)
Grey 59 stayed f-u-c-k-e-d to the u-p
Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)
Yeah, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up
Six feet under ground
Yeah, but I can go deeper
Always got my heater
Raise the temp like I'm fighting off a fever
Sleep with one eye open
Always winking at the reaper
Used to get so high
They found me aimlessly floatin′ up in the ether
Ruby, bring the phonk
Movin' shadows when the night fall (Yeah)
Fuck, this shit is bunk
Feel like I'm snortin′ Chinese drywall
Play it smooth like a baby
Make his bitch think that I might crawl
AMG Mercedes got the bark like it′ll bite y'all
Shinin′ so hard, I'm turnin′ tunnels into bright halls (Shit)
Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall
Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this fuckin' fame shit
Caught in broad daylight
Fuck, it′s too late, I can't shape shift
Always lookin' down
They think that Ruby need a facelift
Everyday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?)
Get the fuck away from me
Leave me the fuck alone
All of the credit I get is a lie
The whole time it was one of my clones (It was)
They say they got beef
But they chewin′ up beyond meat (beef, fuck off)
How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me
Boy, go get your bread up
Shred some lettuce on that Banh mi (yeah, yeah)
Tryna tempt me with your honey
Obvy, bitch, you got the wrong bee (Okay)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)
Yeah got me fucked up
Got me fucked up
Bitch, you got me fucked up
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com