作曲 : trent k mondragon
POP!POP!POP!POP!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
POP!POP!POP!POP!POP!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
Cover fire,
I need a rumor,
You're a school shooter!
A problematic desire,
I'm just a gun the hire,
Pop your skull and your tires,
I want your feeling,
And everything in your fiber,
uhhhh
Munchin', popping on bubblegum,
Yah I feel you on my tongue,
Lick across the clip of my gun,
Am I am I in love,
Or Am I off the d**gs,
Your girl say I **** like a thug,
She wants kisses over blunts,
Let the chains hit her face,
Gunshots feel like a blade,
Swerve the car make me race,
Suicides in my state,
Snipers chill with berets,
Push you off the edge,
Throwing knife like pick your fight,
Pussy boy I wanna see my bride
I feel like exhibit cause I pimp my ride,
Ya bitch (There's ones pick up your sight)
Thoughts contrived yah yah yeh,
I can never do right in your mind,
It's just so hard to stay attached to this world!
Live off you like matter,
MP5 like scatter,
Blood just Leaves me staggered,
Got 12 on me, won't let me be,
Got gunmy worms stuck in my teeth,
I see her face I'm like "omg",
Grapple tape on my SMG,
Talk talk but you won't beat me,
Cover fire,
I need a rumor,
I'm just cooler