Coma Lyrics - Suicideboys

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay 

Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard 

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay 

Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard 

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay 

Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard 

(Ay, Yung Mutt) 

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay 

(Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) 

Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard 

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Mirror, mirror on the wall 

Who the fuck was that ugly ass boy I saw? 

Yung Mutt with the dumbfuck 

Dirty like a dump truck 

Such a fucking bum, uh 

Slash guts 

I'm disgusted; I'm busted on what the fuck did I just put up my nose? 

I'm buggin' out these people 

I'm ducking out 

I'm in trouble now 

I can see the clouds, lights out 

Now I lay myself to sleep 

Now that I can rest in peace 

I'm questioning my misery 

My deathwish granted peaceful sleep 

My body turns to worms for the birds to eat 

Eternal decay for eternity 

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Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay 

Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard 

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay 

Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard 

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay 

Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard 

Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay 

Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard 

I can't lie, lately, I've been on the fucking edge 

Pistol gripped up in my left 

Xanax, heron, bunch of meds 

Fantasizing about death, just need one in my temple 

Put the gun up to my head 

Fuck this shit, I shot the lead, and now I'm dead 

Descended through hell, nothing but burnin' flesh smell 

I scream, and scream, and scream, and hear the others yell as well 

Oh well, just my luck 

Devil opens up to devour me 

That was my old life, Antichrist, he has empowered me 

Our water main broke, leaving New Orleans without drinking water, 

and the flooding here is getting worse after 

waters from Lake Pontchartrain broke through a levee