[Verse 1]
Ain’t no misfire, nah you loading real live rounds
You go low but I go lower, got no sense of high ground
You don’t stop with the gossip, moving your mouth
Can’t tell what the hell it is you’re talking about
Brought the weight so I bought an eighth
Have no denominations, that is not in my fate
So why would I devote myself to this?
What I put in, I don’t get out, once again dismissed
I don’t wanna hear about no damn morals
You have done wrong like the rest of us
I could never pause and rest on my laurels
Long as I’m here, there ain’t excessive trust
Tons done starved and the banks foreclosed
While the rich spent their dough on expensive dust
The conditions and the hurting both had made em' predisposed
To be a radical in desolate repressive cuffs
[Chorus]
You done got a short fuse, haven’t paid up your dues
I don’t wanna slow my breathing or choose
This or that, the discord will creep in
Tit for tat for us to break even
The blood exits my body
Who will follow the trail into the night?
You’re so focused on dying, you have fully forgotten
That you’re still alive but can’t revive what’s downtrodden
Are you comfortable in your own skin?
Cause that face you wear is wearing thin
How terrible you had to leave so soon
It’s unbearable, the thought of empty rooms
Ain’t no misfire, nah you loading real live rounds
You go low but I go lower, got no sense of high ground
You don’t stop with the gossip, moving your mouth
Can’t tell what the hell it is you’re talking about
Brought the weight so I bought an eighth
Have no denominations, that is not in my fate
So why would I devote myself to this?
What I put in, I don’t get out, once again dismissed
I don’t wanna hear about no damn morals
You have done wrong like the rest of us
I could never pause and rest on my laurels
Long as I’m here, there ain’t excessive trust
Tons done starved and the banks foreclosed
While the rich spent their dough on expensive dust
The conditions and the hurting both had made em' predisposed
To be a radical in desolate repressive cuffs
[Chorus]
You done got a short fuse, haven’t paid up your dues
I don’t wanna slow my breathing or choose
This or that, the discord will creep in
Tit for tat for us to break even
The blood exits my body
Who will follow the trail into the night?
You’re so focused on dying, you have fully forgotten
That you’re still alive but can’t revive what’s downtrodden
Are you comfortable in your own skin?
Cause that face you wear is wearing thin
How terrible you had to leave so soon
It’s unbearable, the thought of empty rooms
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