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• Artiste: Chris Orrick
• Titre: Anywhere Instead
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Goddamnit I take my coffee with three sugars and some cream Killin' myself softly with a pump of nicotine Yeah, my heart's emotive and I'm cloggin' the machine Gettin' up hungover, that's just part of the routine Went to the doctor, said "your liver's full of fat" "You better quit the booze." I said, "Well doc, how dull is that?" My doctor does the Iron Man I put the bacon in the frying pan DM me recommended diet plans Was gonna kill myself by using exhaust fumes Turns out the regulations made that shit too clean So thanks Obama for the disappointment, now I just avoid it Only time I ever die is in my dreams Most days I can't get out of bed before it's noon Don't wanna leave my room, lookin' at my phone Knockin' on the door, pretend nobody's home Layin' in my bed, wishin' I was dead Anywhere instead Anywhere instead So baby let's go sell my car and get away Hop on the interstate to any different place 'Cause next time that you see me, might not be awake Take what we need and give the rest this shit away So take me to the universe where Chris is happy So I can kill him out of spite, get a taste of what it feels like Delete my hard drive, re-insert me in the Matrix Had enough of this condition we call real life 'Cause in this rap shit, people treat me like Chip Baskets But Louis had to jack it, so now I just skip past it Speakin' of sad masturbation, losers on computers give me a bad reputation After careful consideration, my name isn't Red Pill, I had to change it I'm goin' by my born-name So if you've got the time to waste to @ me 'bout it Please hang your head in your shame, weirdos Most days I can't get out of bed before it's noon Don't wanna leave my room, lookin' at my phone Knockin' on the door, pretend nobody's home Layin' in my bed, wishin' I was dead Anywhere instead Anywhere instead So baby let's go sell my car and get away Hop on the interstate to any different place 'Cause next time that you see me, might not be awake Take what we need and give the rest this shit away