"DOOMED!" lyrics
Open Mike Eagle & Kenny Segal Lyrics
Ayo, yeah yeah
We bout to get fly on this break-up shit, all of—
All of this is not gon' be in the song later
It's pro'ly gon' be somethin'...
Somethin' cool right here
Doomed, snake-bitten, star-crossed
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch
Doomed, snake-bitten, star-crossed
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch
One-two, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I broke up with my therapist, she used to repeat herself but wasn't aware of it
I broke up with people I wasn't with yet
Would you still love me if I wasn't an insect?
I went away to school, my moms got another pad
I took a break from my family as an undergrad
I'll pour you up a tall glass of lonely
Who's gonna make it? Wrong answers only
I know how it's endin', we can hit fast-forward
And lease month-to-month, no long-term landlord
You fuck with the eagle, you get the claws
The finger's on the trigger, phaser's set to pause
Watch you stop speaking, fired with cause
No non-compete clause, so come pick up your drawls
I'm hard to know, it's tough to get close to me
I broke up with my barber 'cause that fool ghosted me
Yoked for five years, COVID growth spurt
Wanted to be friends, she showed me it won't work
Held on too tight and got that rope-burn
Broke up once, "Who's next?" like Goldberg
Check-in, where we at? On my last nerve
Gotta stop kickin' it, diagnosed bone-spurs
When my marriage ended, I had to break up with my primary care physician 'cause I was on her insurance
DOOMED, snake-bitten, star-crossed
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch (one-two)
DOOMED, snake-bitten, star-crossed (and you know I'm still countin' shit)
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch
Question: am I stickin' around? Hell naw
You can count the anime shows I done bailed on
I toss and turn over my whole bed now
Got tired of tryin' to sleep with whale songs
So fuck me and the Honda I left in
One-man superhero team, call me "Ex-Man"
Let's get together and call the dogs
She wanted time apart, groovy like a cleft chin
Ill-fated like a born loser, I seen divorce and divorce juniors
Me cryin', that's a foul rumor
I'm crab-posin like Lex Luger, the master of the torture rack maneuver
About to move like I'm Dennis Schröder
I've been a beggar and I've been a chooser, shootin' my shot like the end of Hoosiers
(It's not like a brag, it's like a—what do they call it? A... cope?)
DOOMED, snake-bitten, star-crossed
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch (one-two)
DOOMED, snake-bitten, star-crossed (and you know I'm still countin' shit)
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch
I'm just bullshittin', this shit really sucks
This breakup shit is ass, this shit is truly ass—it's ass
That shit about breakin' up with my primary care physician?
That shit was ass, it was not good, it was fucked up
Breakups are fucked up, fuck what—the rest of what I said
Breakups is fucked up
I ha—I saw Superman by myself
I saw the Fantastic Four movie by myself
I saw Bugonia and Weapons by myself
The Phoenician Scheme, I saw Him by myself
That shit is not fun, that shit is not—is way le—
We bout to get fly on this break-up shit, all of—
All of this is not gon' be in the song later
It's pro'ly gon' be somethin'...
Somethin' cool right here
Doomed, snake-bitten, star-crossed
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch
Doomed, snake-bitten, star-crossed
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch
One-two, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I broke up with my therapist, she used to repeat herself but wasn't aware of it
I broke up with people I wasn't with yet
Would you still love me if I wasn't an insect?
I went away to school, my moms got another pad
I took a break from my family as an undergrad
I'll pour you up a tall glass of lonely
Who's gonna make it? Wrong answers only
I know how it's endin', we can hit fast-forward
And lease month-to-month, no long-term landlord
You fuck with the eagle, you get the claws
The finger's on the trigger, phaser's set to pause
Watch you stop speaking, fired with cause
No non-compete clause, so come pick up your drawls
I'm hard to know, it's tough to get close to me
I broke up with my barber 'cause that fool ghosted me
Yoked for five years, COVID growth spurt
Wanted to be friends, she showed me it won't work
Held on too tight and got that rope-burn
Broke up once, "Who's next?" like Goldberg
Check-in, where we at? On my last nerve
Gotta stop kickin' it, diagnosed bone-spurs
When my marriage ended, I had to break up with my primary care physician 'cause I was on her insurance
DOOMED, snake-bitten, star-crossed
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch (one-two)
DOOMED, snake-bitten, star-crossed (and you know I'm still countin' shit)
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch
Question: am I stickin' around? Hell naw
You can count the anime shows I done bailed on
I toss and turn over my whole bed now
Got tired of tryin' to sleep with whale songs
So fuck me and the Honda I left in
One-man superhero team, call me "Ex-Man"
Let's get together and call the dogs
She wanted time apart, groovy like a cleft chin
Ill-fated like a born loser, I seen divorce and divorce juniors
Me cryin', that's a foul rumor
I'm crab-posin like Lex Luger, the master of the torture rack maneuver
About to move like I'm Dennis Schröder
I've been a beggar and I've been a chooser, shootin' my shot like the end of Hoosiers
(It's not like a brag, it's like a—what do they call it? A... cope?)
DOOMED, snake-bitten, star-crossed
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch (one-two)
DOOMED, snake-bitten, star-crossed (and you know I'm still countin' shit)
Cursed, ill-fated, it won't launch
I'm just bullshittin', this shit really sucks
This breakup shit is ass, this shit is truly ass—it's ass
That shit about breakin' up with my primary care physician?
That shit was ass, it was not good, it was fucked up
Breakups are fucked up, fuck what—the rest of what I said
Breakups is fucked up
I ha—I saw Superman by myself
I saw the Fantastic Four movie by myself
I saw Bugonia and Weapons by myself
The Phoenician Scheme, I saw Him by myself
That shit is not fun, that shit is not—is way le—
