You said you'd make them happy,
but I'm not fuckin' laughing.
You've reached the end of your rope,
and this is where you choke.

You sucked it down; you nearly drowned.
But what goes up must come down.


I hope you drive to your fucking grave.
Drive to your grave.

Your face inside a toilet, I won't hold back your hair.
Your life, your fucking choice.
I won't care.

Fuck, I wipe my hands clean of this absurdity.
Do the world a favor, swim in it, mother fucker.
You are running out of luck,
so take your last chug, your fucking broke.

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Luciano song meanings
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