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mrheada$trendy - happy death day lyrics

[verse]
well, woke up this morning to collect a baggie
i go in the kitchen to grab me a snackie
a pop-tart and lunchable ain’t really much
but i know i’ll be late to my job, gotta rush
i put on my jeans and i go for my keys
but then there goes my bladder, oh sh-t, gotta pee
i pull up my d-ck, and let loose on the h-ll of it
my phone started ringing, like “bro, who the h-ll is this?”
“hey, how ya doin’, yo car has been taken”
if this was last night, when the day was awaken?
i go outside, just to go see what he talkin’ bout’
d-mn, he wasn’t lyin’, it’s time to go walk it out

[verse 2]
go kiss my lady, goodbye, and then i’m on the road
then tell my brother, he’s dumb and he got no hoes
go outside, oh my god, look at the sky today
boom to my head, i didn’t know i would die today
woke up, oh wait, i’m confused, didn’t i die?
it wasn’t a dream, i swear i really died
i checked my phone, and the date is the same
n-gg- the f-ck is this, some type of game?
i get me a pop-tart and side-bared a lunchable
my job is the only way i’m getting my money, ugh
slip on my jeans, but my bladder is calling me
wait no, we;; there go my phone, someone calling me
i hang it up, then i go run outside
i trip on the floor then-
i still died

[interlude]
what the f-ck?
what the f-ck, i already lived this day bro?
what the f-ck?

[hook]
i’m living this day again
must find a way, my friend
what can i clearly do?
death is just bulletproof
i’m living this day again
must find a way, my friend
what can i clearly do?
death is just bulletproof
i’m living this day again
must find a way, my friend
what can i clearly do?
death is just bulletproof
i’m living this day again
must find a way, my friend
what can i clearly do?
death is just bulletproof

[verse 3]
woke up in the morning, confused, what’s going on?
living on repeat, holy f-ck, this isn’t fun
f-ck the pop-tart
extra f-ck you to the lunchable
i call the number first, i gotta find out who’s responsible
“hey, how you doin-” “no bro, who the f-ck are you?
i really keep dying, just tell me what i do?
sir, i’m confused!”
“shut the f-ck up
better not catch you, i’m gon’ f-ck you up”
you do not have hoes
sh-t, i gotta go
tell my girlfriend that i love her, but bro
where is my uber, this sh-t is so slow
wait, ain’t someone finna-

[verse 4]
i’m not with the bullsh-t, i’m not finna f-ck around
i have to find my k!ller, just wonder, where, why, how
grab a knife, i’m going out
you don’t have hoes, you skinny mouth
out that backdoor, of my house
oh i got it now, speed to make up, bro i gotta get out this house
i grab him and i got my knife in his mouth
now who got hoes!
it’s my little bro?
may this be a little cheating -ss hoe?
bruh, this a n-gg-
i have a confession
f-ck that your g-y bro
it’s k!lling your lesson
been living repeatedly, d-mn, this is stressing
he hasn’t still died, happy death day, you freshman

- mrheadatrendy lyrics

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