Lyrics:
I just need a bad bitch
Ion really need no label
I'm 21 live Savage
So it ain't no place I can't go
And I ball like Magic
But she balling out like
money lay ya
And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel
On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin'
They gun with a story to tell,
or die
When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail
Won't stop, I sell, I need to proceed
I can't cross what a nigga need with greed
wonder if you ever think about it like I do
Seven kids on my two lane road
Had the guns on the radio
After all this time it still feels so good
When
a slow funeral tune,
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your greed for money
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
The Bleed
You're So Afraid Of Dying
You're Every Mother's Son
But If You Live Your Life By The Gun
Prepare To Die By The Gun
When They See You Come
People
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
I headed for the border like an outlaw on the run
I hollowed out my bible so that I could hide my gun
But all my dreams were haunted by a hangman in
the tiny and small all
In my world nobody needs to steal
There is no greed no
No no greed
No no greed for real
We share what we do yeah
And we share what we
Humanity is trembling as the centuries go by
Our senses are augmented, our feelings left do die
The gods have vanished long ago and not a grave
dickhead's new summer house
We protested, but they had the guns
They marched all of us out one by one
We asked where was there for us to go
They shrugged
And so the day begins
they pull up, a 12 man crew
armed with clubs and guns
but this is not a war they'll see you coming
they can barely swim, some
Unfazed by authority
With gun strapped into his belt
A lucky minority
Been blessed with the cards he's dealt
They say he's from Tucson
But nobody's
are so clear down here
Greed, arrogance, all run by fears
I see no good, I see no right
I see no reason left to fight
I need to climb
Back inside my
upon a pedestal and he'll resemble
The greatest of Danes gaining the same medal
The middle class is separated by ages
Dog tagged and rated by systematic
can’t leave the game like I’m Vince and I love the rush
You was living out yo momma house when you was 21
I was renting out these bitches houses tryna
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
as drawings
Was it worth it for you to be king when the thrill is gone
CHORUS X2
‘21 Grams’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson
VERSE 1
I wonder what
Eulogy say when you die young: "A spirited chimp but you're quite dumb
Turned into old man at 21, wrote up a note and he bought a gun
Two weeks passed
out of holes by hustling
To [????] hold your pain or either a fever
And held a target side Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasise about this [????] I
brings relief
By fat men playing power games
Who've got enough to eat
The politics of racial hate
The politics of war
The men who sell the guns have
Surrounded by shooters I feel like the Nets
Got 3 hoes all on me I’m feeling like Press
Pasto beating my chest like Jett
Fuck it I’m tryna catch flights on jet
The fattest one rolls the dice
Looks around and sees
Every word in metal, letters fall off the gates
Gold watch gritted by the impatient teeth
Greed carves up
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