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In the ashtray, I found a cigarette butt with your lipstick
And a thong stuck at the back of the closet
We lived in a dump, our salaries were a joke
And you praying to God I wouldn’t turn into a hitman
So I wouldn’t end up inside, babe
And now it’s someone else who’s got you inside, babe
Even though I wish I could be inside, baby, be inside
If I had known, I swear I would’ve left it inside

You didn’t want me on the street, didn’t want me broke
How did it cost me so much for you to be so cheap?
I’ve even been a cashier, while you wanted an astronaut
I saw you with soccer players, spending their paychecks, looking for fame
What did I do wrong? Why did I let you go?
You saw me with the metal, made up that I got you pregnant
You made me feel so bad I even pawned my gun
Bought diapers, bottles, and a baby stroller
Gave all that away
But I kept copies of your key just in case you feel like coming back
But I’m so bitter that if you come back, I’ll hit the streets
I’ll go buy that gun I pawned

In the ashtray, I found a cigarette butt with your lipstick
And a thong stuck at the back of the closet
We lived in a dump, our salaries were a joke
And you praying to God I wouldn’t turn into a hitman
So I wouldn’t end up inside, babe
And now it’s someone else who’s got you inside, babe
Even though I wish I could be inside, baby, be inside
If I had known, I swear I would’ve left it inside

You wanted the Cybertruck while riding in my 206
I’ve stained my Crocs and my neck’s green from the chain
In the end, your gay friend turned out not to be gay
And that hurt like a bullet in Lil Wayne’s belly
Today we celebrate even though there’s nothing to celebrate
Bring the rum, bring the pills, and someone who can score
Bring the snow, it’s the closest I’ll get to skiing
Hide my keys, I won’t be able to drive

Fuck them all, uoh
Screw everyone, uoh
I’m just a poor devil like Don
To find you, you gotta look for you on chapiadora.com

To forget you, I smoked the last joint with your lipstick
And put the thong on another girl that was in the closet
I’m living in the dump and still can’t make ends meet
Because I didn’t become an atheist and ended up being a hitman
Even if I had ended up inside, babe
I swear I would’ve been better off inside, babe
Happy and content, happy and content
And even knowing all that, I would’ve still put it inside

Yeah, ah-ah
Good night, baby, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Good night, good night, good night, good night, good night