Balmoral Hotel Rare Americans
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[Intro]
Stop, drop, roll, explore
Put out fires to start some more
Rewards, little wars
[Verse 1]
I walked to the corner, went in the store
Familiar the smell, bourbon and quartz
Cashier said nice to see you again
I smiled, I grabbed my shit and left
Hours later numb in the face
I got to her house, a dodgy place
She walked bent over, a crippled back
Years of abuse, wrong side of the tracks
She offered me a vodka cran
And asked me if I had a plan
Hesitant to say what I was thinking, god damn
[Chorus]
I’m treading the same rake
I’m way above the stakes
A bullet, a bullet
It's on its way to me, oh
A bullet, a bullet
It’s life or death for me
I’m on my own
And I’m so alone
Stop, drop, roll, explore
Put out fires to start some more
Rewards, little wars
[Verse 1]
I walked to the corner, went in the store
Familiar the smell, bourbon and quartz
Cashier said nice to see you again
I smiled, I grabbed my shit and left
Hours later numb in the face
I got to her house, a dodgy place
She walked bent over, a crippled back
Years of abuse, wrong side of the tracks
She offered me a vodka cran
And asked me if I had a plan
Hesitant to say what I was thinking, god damn
[Chorus]
I’m treading the same rake
I’m way above the stakes
A bullet, a bullet
It's on its way to me, oh
A bullet, a bullet
It’s life or death for me
I’m on my own
And I’m so alone
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