Lyrics:
hustle baby
Darling this is it (Woo)
Witness it, no victim lie watch the bullets whizz by
Pray the lead don’t hit
Pray you aint prey
For the dogs
(Lone star)
Lone star
Used to be you now a bullet on my mind
It used to be you now a bullet on my mind
It was so much pain when you left
Now I’m
Future looks dimmer and dimmer and
Can't take a girl out for dinner and
Tired of the same routine
Investing twenties in dreams
He's stressing evidently
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
long
Every word you say, every breath
You take make me doing this
No, I'm not just one of those crows
絶えず赤く滲む言葉と 深く黒く淀む心の狭間で耐えて
No, I'm not just
weeks
Bullets do the talking when the dead man speaks, motherfucker
(You can't save me, I'm a- )
I'm the living dead pounding out the stereo
Rip
a gone-by species
Last of my kind
When my life gave me lemons
I just made lemonade
I can take many bullets
I can throw a grenade
Life is a rollercoaster
Not
to say
Well I'm riding through L.A ha
On a bicycle built for fools
And I seen one of my old buddies
And he say "you don't look the way you usually
keeping you living
The murder is upon you when
There is to no forgiving so I take the soul
Let the crows pick the bones
Blood leaking out the vein will have
Crawl slow
Tilt over edge of plateau
Flesh used as feed for the crows
Poet with her tongue, Allan Poe
Guiding steady hand all to sew
Copper dial 911
being driven towards a
Destiny that's to wards
It takes ours to come for
It takes hours to comfort
The last song, it's rush hour
A drum roll by
dipped in blood
Now dare me to write (dare me)
Watch a murder of crows
Turn into a pack of wolves
And prowl the streets for the feast they owe
Fat sacks
dome piece
Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes
If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him
How the fuck I ran out of bullets, but
Open your legs
Say yeah, share, say yeah, share, say yeah
Heart to my dying light, bullet to your rose
Then I want you better fold
Don't you
for 40 days
He stopped by the grave of Old Man Crow
Then away Red rode
Red set out for Montana
With an evil grin beneath his dirty bandana
Early in
not a college scholar just a dollar for the prison industrial complex
the American conquest is a live and well
They used to call it jim crow
now they
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
Blickky hold the fifty uh
Run get done like Ricky uh
Sayin that you got when I don’t I’m like bitch gimme some
Bullets is for anyone
And I cant
'Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo
Thank you for the things you said
For not joining me out on the ledge
I know where you come from
That's just not done
And thank you for
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, you'd die for me
Said you'd die, said you'd die
But you lied, you lied to me
Said you'd take a bullet, told me you
these gon' fly, can't wait till I get home
Had to bang it with a hammer it slice like Kimbo
Got extra bullets for niggas like I'm down with Jim Crow
the bullet
And I'll take the brunt
So go ahead shoot
Cause I'll take the bullet
And I'll take the brunt
Say what you want
You can go ahead and shoot me
We all
there will never be a cure to eliminate the hate inside of my brain!
Plus it's all your fault for making me this way you fake ass bitch you make me sick
Discuss these take a bullet for you by bourbon crow Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In