Lyrics:
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing
Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
Deep in
Its fall is followed by coldness
Like the last two seasons of the year
If a Bullet could talk
I wonder what you would hear
If a
If a Bullet
If a bullet
his mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing
Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
and
That’s one for the record
I just let it flow
Bad shit I would just let it go
And the Asian fact, I would bring a
Bullet to your back, that’s bullshit, man
Eradicate Africans that sold Africans to Saxons
And forced black men to pay taxes
Attack a wack bitch with counter tactics
Split your bullet proof chases in
feeling wholesome
Chasing destiny can get so lonesome
Chasing bread no time for loafing
I'm still playing the game but there's no need for coaching
And you
Dreams are hopeless aspirations, in hopes of coming true.
Believe in yourself, the rest is up to me & you.
[Chorus: Harli Saxon]
Don't go chasing
who killed Abel?
Yaay
Look where mi from we no get help O
In Africa here everyman dey for himself O, self O
We paper chasing in the ghetto, I leave
Giving me life behind bars and glass
Taking my life, and then you release me
The DNA don't match
A proper my fault that ain't proper
137 bullets
eight
If it does not exist then what chapters did I miss
Blasphemous Horus looking through the eye pyramids
Anglo Saxons, Anunnakis, star called sirius
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mum
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
anxiety with a fucked up mind, but I'm fine?
As the clock winds, on my time, as time slows and the bullets fly by
I think of all the times I missed my
I'll check out of it, maybe I'm not ready
Speeding like a bullet, who's got time to be wasting a minute?
Chasing cars, all just false alarms, but your
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing
Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
Deep in
can't knock me down
I came too far I can't stop now
They expected me to run away
So I keep dodging bullets
I just I just keep dodging bullets
I just I
oh, oh
If life goes passing you by
Don't cry
If you're breaking the rules
Making your moves
Paying your dues
Chasing the cool
Not at all
by my lonely
The sun will always shine
Without a shorty or a homie
I guess love kills
This the bullet, where my soul speaks
Heartbroken,
Plus
White people got you believing just 'cause I'm tellin' a nigga
To stop getting his head kicked in by the police
To take the gun he would use to shoot
I see that time ticks
While I'm chasing that high
While I'm tryna get fly
Fixing my life, time will go by
While I'm chasing that high
While I'm tryna
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