Lyrics of 'Draino (feat. Denzel Curry)' by City Morgue

Woke up drenched in sweat so cold that it froze my home
Wanna go to hell, 'cause at least it's warm on a brimstone floor
No love no more, I'm gettin' frail (yeah)
And my face is not the same as before
I cannot see who I was before
I died and was reborn as a dog
I cannot look myself in the mirror
I 'cause quakes, last to touch everything that breaks (okay)
And I'd rather not even show my face
Cops on the block and they buildin' a case (wassup?)
Hope that these shots put holes in ya cape
I don't want nobody savin' the day
This black ak got somethin' to say (okay)
It's okay, just back up and pray (what?)

Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate

Mula! Ayy, my shotty got a body on it (sleezy)
Tommy got a body on it (sleezy)
I just body my opponents (boom-boom), I'm john gotti, you's a rodent (fuck outta here)
Double barrel shotgun, run like ricky (rrah)
Hit 'em with a hot one, drum hold fifty (boom-boom)
Cop killer shells like mutombo's pinky (boom-boom)
Bitch curl up like a jumbo shrimpy (slide)
Feds wanna watch everything I do (no, no)
Cnn, fox 5, 10 o'clock news (bitch)
Mom's stressed, kids stressed, and pops too (boom-boom)
My wrist, carats, your gang buy jewel (mula)
Shawty suck my soul 'til my dick turn blue (slide)
Shawty fuck me crazy like a stick cartoon (slide)
In a Mercedes, I go vroom vroom (skrrt)
Niggas talkin' brazy, they get boom-boom (boom-boom)

Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate (ugh-ah)

I might have it all, but half of the time I just feel insignificant
Incapable, intoxicated, I'm over the pressure yet feel underprivileged
Like my kingdom is buried in sand, ozymandias, I am the man
As I look at the cards in my hand, the fortune teller of the tarots says terror
I'm sick of artists that chuck up the deals
When they get the juice, when you head from the wilt
And I'm sick of hoes that walk in and seduce
But then talkin' the shit once you give 'em the pu-uh-um
Clear your throat 'cause you know you a swallower
Up to me? I would kill a whole lot of ya
So it's part two to hell or high water, huh?
Said you gangsta, but with law & order, huh?

Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate
Can't catch tears when they're all down the drain
Can't cry now, but can self-medicate