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Fentanyl Blues (Live Version)
by Issac Morgan
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I'm outside your door
Gun on by my waist
I'm outside your door
Gun on by my waist
I'm gonna shoot you down, down, down
Low, put you in your grave
Hell hath no fury like a poor boy's rage
An eye for an eye, Isn't that what they say
The Lord says show mercy, I don't think I will
I'll finish my business and I'll meet him in Hell
I'm beat down with the Fentanyl blues
Walked in on him sleeping, yeah
Covers on up to his chest
Walked in on him sleeping, yeah
Covers on up to his chest
You know I pulled em' higher
I pulled em' higher, higher, higher, higher, higher
and I shot him dead
Lord, I shot him dead
Heaven won't you help me forget what I've done
The pain isn't ending even after he's gone
My mind ain't no better and my souls broke in two, oh
I'm searching for answers but what can I do
Except lay down and cry, because I still have the Fentanyl blues
Except lay down and cry, cause I still have the Fentanyl blues
I'm outside your door
Gun on by my waist
I'm outside your door
Gun on by my waist
I'm gonna shoot you down, down, down
Low, put you in your grave
Hell hath no fury like a poor boy's rage
An eye for an eye, Isn't that what they say
The Lord says show mercy, I don't think I will
I'll finish my business and I'll meet him in Hell
I'm beat down with the Fentanyl blues
Walked in on him sleeping, yeah
Covers on up to his chest
Walked in on him sleeping, yeah
Covers on up to his chest
You know I pulled em' higher
I pulled em' higher, higher, higher, higher, higher
and I shot him dead
Lord, I shot him dead
Heaven won't you help me forget what I've done
The pain isn't ending even after he's gone
My mind ain't no better and my souls broke in two, oh
I'm searching for answers but what can I do
Except lay down and cry, because I still have the Fentanyl blues
Except lay down and cry, cause I still have the Fentanyl blues
