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YOUR DEMISE

 

I keep forgetting I'm not alive anymore.  

Reach for the phone but fade through the floor. 

 

Thought I saw you smiling down in Mar-a-Lago, but it's just brimstone and a demon in a speedo. 

We used to laugh backstage at Miss Teen USA.    

You called it networking, I called it foreplay. 

Now I'm stuck in this pit with tricky Dick and Nero, and you're dodging subpoenas like a game show hero.

 

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I keep forgetting I'm not alive anymore. 

Can't fly private jets through the pearly gates. 

I keep forgetting the damage I left behind. 

You're losing donors; I'm losing my mind. 

Every time I hear your name, the flames just rise. 

It looks like I'm going to be your demise. 

 

Remember the island those long, lonely nights.   

Champagne on ice and the runway lights.   

You called me mogul, I called you the brand. 

Now you're writing notes with your weird little hands. 

They found my birthday book with your pubic screams. 

But they still want more. what more do they need?   

Oh, Donnie, I never meant to cause this storm, but you can't ghost a ghost in the devil's dorm. 

 

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I keep forgetting I'm not alive anymore. 

Can't delete the pics from the server floor. 

I keep forgetting the secrets we used to keep. 

They're all coming out while I'm six feet deep. 

Every time I haunt your dreams, you just soar.  You're going down faster than a Singapore.   

Maybe I should have flipped, maybe I should have stayed.   

But the guards took a break, and now I just decay. 

You said take one for the team. 

But I never thought it meant this. 

Now you're throwing shade while I'm burning in the abyss.  

 

Don, we were legends, man.   

Two paisanos in perversion. 

Now you act like you don't know me.  

But you know what we did. You know, big fella... you know.  

 

I keep forgetting I'm not alive anymore. 

Can't fly private jets through the pearly doors. 

I keep forgetting the damage I left behind. 

You're losing donors, I'm losing my mind. 

Every time I hear  your name, the flames just rise. 

It looks like I'm going to be  your demise. 

It looks like I'm going to be your demise. 

It looks like I'm going to be your demise. 

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