Another Victim by 88-Keys Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, I dedicate this in memory of my man Adam
[Verse]
Yeah, let me tell you how this went down, dog
The same shit everyday, like Groundhog
Adam calls and says he feels worried
'Cus he spent all his days and nights like Bill Murray
Thought everything was straight, but wait
Pussy got his head in the clouds
But still, he feels buried
He got a blowtorch, she got his dough, boy
Which is why he called [?]
But Adam's death ain't nothing to laugh at
Chasing the pussy gave him more than a cat nap
She'd thought she call child support
And now, Adam's ass in a whole different tax bracket
She got his all wages garnished
Now he can't perform, because the stage is tarnished
She got him a drink, which made him vomit
She bought him Jamba Juice, Boost, Agent Orange?
He saw her heart, then aimed the target
But he was clearly only out for that bomb shit
Yeah, he tricked her, but can you blame a nigga?
He put it out there, and she responded
Now he got a kid and change the diapers
The bars and the cribs feelin' just like [?]
Got 18 years and he feel like a lifer
Damn, Adam should've worn ya rubber tighter
Ya daddy daycare and became another victim
You should've used her other hole that's thicker, my nigga
Damn
Yo Adam
And got yourself out the game
Yo, you dead Adam
Rest in peace
[Outro]
You know Adam from uptown, right?
You'll never guess what happened
He was pronounced DOA; dead on arrival
The Death of Adam
Yo, I dedicate this in memory of my man Adam
[Verse]
Yeah, let me tell you how this went down, dog
The same shit everyday, like Groundhog
Adam calls and says he feels worried
'Cus he spent all his days and nights like Bill Murray
Thought everything was straight, but wait
Pussy got his head in the clouds
But still, he feels buried
He got a blowtorch, she got his dough, boy
Which is why he called [?]
But Adam's death ain't nothing to laugh at
Chasing the pussy gave him more than a cat nap
She'd thought she call child support
And now, Adam's ass in a whole different tax bracket
She got his all wages garnished
Now he can't perform, because the stage is tarnished
She got him a drink, which made him vomit
She bought him Jamba Juice, Boost, Agent Orange?
He saw her heart, then aimed the target
But he was clearly only out for that bomb shit
Yeah, he tricked her, but can you blame a nigga?
He put it out there, and she responded
Now he got a kid and change the diapers
The bars and the cribs feelin' just like [?]
Got 18 years and he feel like a lifer
Damn, Adam should've worn ya rubber tighter
Ya daddy daycare and became another victim
You should've used her other hole that's thicker, my nigga
Damn
Yo Adam
And got yourself out the game
Yo, you dead Adam
Rest in peace
[Outro]
You know Adam from uptown, right?
You'll never guess what happened
He was pronounced DOA; dead on arrival
The Death of Adam