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Bullet Us Drunken Nights

Instigators, third floor Promiscuous child, broken dream Std, quarantine Heroin user, coke head Final chapter, death bed Plastic sweat, metal skin Metallic tears, mannequin Carefree, night club Closet drunk

boy) I'ma (Go boy) C'mon [Verse 2] And yeah, ain't nobody true as us You ain't gotta like me I like me enough for the two of us Don't compare me to

W.C. Yo in the lobby of the hotel, it's off the hook They got no more rooms cause the shit all booked But last night I'm wit Wesley Snipes Gettin drunk

Here I am an empty hallway Broken window, rainy night I am nineteen sixty-two and I am ready for a fight People crying, Hallelujah While the bullet

The preacher's son brought his father home And followed him inside Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia night Was he alone when he died? "Don't call the son for questioning That bullet

could i be 7 foot 10 built like a bull then full of shit and proud of it i like to get funny with my 8 foot buddies we spend money till our dicks get

lead when I slight you're lights out With a street cleaner, wipe you're life out Bullets flow at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout Fuck the night

cartridges ran out You could hear the front files shout Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din! I shan't forget the night When I fell behind the fight With a bullet

your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice, Peace or annihilation "Imagine" Imagine there's no heaven, It's easy if you try, No hell below us, Above us