Lyrics:
struck the general in the throat
It was rogue soldiers
It felt like the war was over
Fucked up like a blown covert
It was crossroads, a test faced by
land.
Rage and blood will unleash the beast, that awaits the outcome of this war,
soldiers clashing, no retreat, they die by the hand of the sword.
Rage
swear the oath to fight, if future's in shit
I am a soldier, I was a slave
From ravenous breakdown no one is safe
Sigh a prayer for not to be
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
fucking us over
Like we a terroristic threat, the ghetto covered in soldiers
Fear my only chance to live is with my hand on the trigger
Way they did
This is a story about Billy and Sue
They were in love as any other two
But Billy had to die
And when you hear the reason why
You'll hang your
This is a story about Billy and Sue
They were in love as any other two
But Billy had to die
And when you hear the reason why
You'll hang your
This is a story about Billy and Sue
They were in love as any other two
But Billy had to die
And when you hear the reason why
You'll hang your
This is a story about Billy and Sue
They were in love as any other two
But Billy had to die
And when you hear the reason why
You'll hang your
This is a story about Billy and Sue
They were in love as any other two
But Billy had to die
And when you hear the reason why
You'll hang your
It'll be the perfect love story
Between us
I already pictured our future
Together forever
On some cute love ish
Creating the best outcomes
So nothing
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by
blunts, we Non Phixion, game over,
My man solo shit on cable got the game sober,
How I Became a Soldier: paperback's top seller,
My life story, how I went
Tooth
Do it for soldiers in heaven
Whom wasn't able to
If my brother Gustin was here
He'd probably be faded fool
If my brother Jamie was here he'd
an angel sent for me
Or maybe my struggle was orchestrated like a symphony
Righteous son
You live by the gun
You die by the bullet
You feel the heat when
Oh a cinematic landscape of fantasy
Visionaries' soldier on, soldier on towards a destiny
Rip, rip, rip it up the cynics bible cast our eyes
the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment
that we women wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
And comparin to me, ya frill healy
Maze who come nearly
Some the Projects thru youngers
Gun shit confronted
By jakes poppin up like late walkers
All around, all
And, ACTION
Whatever I say is the hook
Don’t wanna play by the book
I needed a hand and they shook
Now they gotta stand here and look
Shit it’s only
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you knew it all
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain,
You'll
we heard that story before? The Miss World contests? The pretty docile pets of male sexist fantasy.
Capture. Domesticate. Exterminate.
A new girl
became anxious for our
Livelihoods, the future of our families
And children, our personal health
And the aging
Process instead of a simple, intense fear
still live my life like a soldier
Luckily can't fuck with me 'cause I'm in a league by myself
And luckily can't fuck with me 'cause I'm gonna win by
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