Happy Death Day

Hoodrixh on the track [?]

Well, woke up this morning to collect a baggie
I go in the kitchen and grab me a snackie
A Pop-Tart and Lunchable' ain't really much
But I know I'll be late to my job, gotta rush
I put on my jeans and I go find my keys
But then there goes my bladder, oh shit, gotta pee
I pull out my dingy, and let loose of the hell of it [*phone rings*]
My phone started ringing, like, "Bro, who the hell is this?"
"Hey, how ya doing, yo' car has been taken"
It just was outside when the day was awaken
I go outside, just to go see what he talking bout'
Damn, he wasn't lying, it's time to go walk it out
Go kiss my lady, goodbye, then I'm on the roll
Then tell my brother he's dumb and he don't get hoes
Go outside, oh my God, look at the sky today
[*gunshot*] boom goes my head, I didn't know I would die today
Woke up, oh wait, I'm confused, didn't I die?
It wasn't a dream, I swear I really died
I checked on my phone and the date is the same
Nigga the fuck is this, some type of game?
I get me a Pop-Tart on side with a Lunchable'
My job is the only way I'm getting my money, ugh
Zip up my jeans, but my bladder is calling me
[*phone rings*] wait no, wait, there go my phone, someone calling me
I hang it up, then I go run outside
I trip on the floor then [*gunshot*]
Boom I still died

What the fuck?
What the fuck, I already lived this day bro?
Hoodrixh on the track [?]
What the fuck?

I'm living this day again
Must find a way, my friend
What can I clearly do?
Death is just bulletproof
I'm living this day again
Must find a way, my friend
What can I clearly do?
Death is just bulletproof
I'm living this day again
Must find a way, my friend
What can I clearly do?
Death is just bulletproof
I'm living this day again
Must find a way, my friend
What can I clearly do?
Death is just bulletproof

Woke up in the morning, confused, what's going on?
Living on repeat, holy fuck, this isn't fun
Fuck the Pop-Tart, extra fuck you to the Lunchable'
I call the number first, I gotta find out who's responsible
"Hey, how you doing" "No bro, who the fuck are you?
I really keep dying, tell me just what I do?"
"Sir, I'm confused", "Shut the fuck up!
Better not catch you, I'm gon' fuck you up!"
You do not have hoes, shit I gotta go
Tell my girlfriend that I love her, but bro
Where is my Uber, this shit is so slow
Wait, ain't someone finna [*gunshot*]
Hoodrixh on the track [?]

I'm not with the bullshit, I'm not finna fuck around
Have to find my killer, just wonder, where, why, how
Grab a knife, I'm going out
You don't have hoes, you skinny mouth
Out that backdoor of my house, oh, I got him now
Just need to make out where I gotta get out this house
I grab him then I got my knife in his mouth
Now who got hoes, it's my little bro?
May this be a little [?] cheating ass hoe?
Bro this a nigga, "I have a confession"
Fuck that you're gay bro, it's killing your lesson
Been living repeatedly, damn this is stressing
He has to still die, happy death day, you freshman

I'm living this day again
Must find a way, my friend
What can I clearly do?
Death is just bulletproof
I'm living this day again
Must find a way, my friend
What can I clearly do?
Death is just bulletproof
I'm living this day again
Must find a way, my friend
What can I clearly do?
Death is just bulletproof
I'm living this day again
Must find a way, my friend
What can I clearly do?
Death is just bulletproof