Testo Chronic

Look in the windows
They don't see nothing at all
Sometimes they're open
But they're usually closed

Everyone's knocking
I look through the hole
I wish I could open the door But I'm tired and cold
Feels like mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm

Baby, I'm dying
So comfortable crying
I don't know the difference
Between lying and smiling

My bones are like water
My head's getting hotter, hotter
And I can't remember
My plans for dinner
Hold on, mmm, mmm (Ha-ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ha-ah-ah)
Mmm, mmm (Ha-ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ha-ah-ah)
Oh, I don't remember, how could I ever forget?
I wanna feel better, but something about being sick is
Easy, twisted, comfortable
But I don't remember, I don't remember, no

Oh, I don't remember, how could I ever forget?
I wanna feel better, but something about being sick is
Easy, twisted, comfortable
But I don't remember, I don't remember, no

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Ha-ah-ah
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