[ Featuring Vesta ]
Still playing these games, from six feet under
I'd stop making all that noise, Folks will start to wonder
Should've told the truth
When you had the chance
Now your all alone and
No one wants to dance
Dadada, dadada, da da
Oh you're so dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
I told you time and time again
Just as I did all the other men
Keep your hands off my gun
Shooting bullets just for fun
I don't want you out on the run, mmm
Livings easy when dyings free
And it's all the same for me
When Its all your reality
Brain my enemy, sleep where it catch me slippin
Caught clips in visions
Too many flicks of my Bic
Got me paranoid, big decisions
Will I take, one to the neck?
Or two to the chest, or three to my set?
Would I rather die and have 'em left or
Live my life with less?
Hope I'm never pressed for that
One too many test to pass
Who left at last?
Who gon' hold me if my set collapse
Gun relapse, gon' bring back
However many heads, or I ain't comin back
(Yeah, yeah)
Hope it's a dream, hope I relax
Night sweats, changing my sheets
Hope when I'm back that I could come back
I could see it
Keep yo f*ckin hands off my gun
Or you gon be it, silent, scheming
Why the f*ck you cryin' in a Prius or a beemer
Why elitist if your dreams ain't worth the cement
Wake up!
There's no more time for dreaming
No matter how much you believe it
I won't stop you from talking to yourself
It won't be long till you're somewhere else
Dadada, dadada, da da
Oh you're so dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
I told you time and time again
Just as I did all the other men
Keep your hands off my gun
Shooting bullets just for fun
I don't want you out on the run
(Want you out on the run)
Livings easy when dyings free
And it's all the same for me
When Its all your reality
Keep your hands off my gun
Shooting bullets just for fun
I don't want you out on the run
(Want you out on the run)
Livings easy when dyings free
And it's all the same for me
When Its all your reality
