Loaded Gun Tsu Surf (Ft. Joe Budden & Lu Jerz)
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[Intro: Lu Jerz]
Loaded gun
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
[Hook: Lu Jerz]
Feels like a loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Aimin' right, bang
Aimin' right at my head
Loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Firin' up, bang, at my head
Walkin' through life
Not really knowin' what's gonna happen
Livin' in fear, in fear of me relapsin'
The streets keep callin', bang
There's no time for talkin'
[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
So what you wanna know first?
These streets or these drugs, which one is worse?
Well damn, shit, this a cold world
Could only prep a nigga right for a warm hearse
I know, so many niggas tryin' to cap Tsu
'Cause this buzz big and this hat blue
So many answers in this capsule
At the point where I'm feelin' like I have to
Well, ever felt you wanna get away?
Man, I hate when that happen and shit
'Cause you feel the same way when you back from the trip
But fuckin' with the same vice or gettin' back with the bitch
Dark room, thoughts, weed
Demons spread from nothin' but sweat
Thinkin', thinkin' like French kissin' the fifth
Right? Right? Or maybe Russian roulette?
Four thorns break tore apart [?]
Couple blunts but I swear I bought more to spark
It'll be a long night
Think I shoulda took a left, made the wrong right
And still tryin' to right wrongs
Shit, these troubles seem life long
Survive, I try to
Paint pictures daily as Picasso
Grandma pray and I don't
But I'm here so it's workin', shit, it gotta be
How can somethin' I give so much to
Still wanna take a lot of me?
Shit, we don't dare to ask
Oh shit, we don't care to ask
If I close my eyes and let it go I probably won't hear the blast
Loaded gun
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
[Hook: Lu Jerz]
Feels like a loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Aimin' right, bang
Aimin' right at my head
Loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Firin' up, bang, at my head
Walkin' through life
Not really knowin' what's gonna happen
Livin' in fear, in fear of me relapsin'
The streets keep callin', bang
There's no time for talkin'
[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
So what you wanna know first?
These streets or these drugs, which one is worse?
Well damn, shit, this a cold world
Could only prep a nigga right for a warm hearse
I know, so many niggas tryin' to cap Tsu
'Cause this buzz big and this hat blue
So many answers in this capsule
At the point where I'm feelin' like I have to
Well, ever felt you wanna get away?
Man, I hate when that happen and shit
'Cause you feel the same way when you back from the trip
But fuckin' with the same vice or gettin' back with the bitch
Dark room, thoughts, weed
Demons spread from nothin' but sweat
Thinkin', thinkin' like French kissin' the fifth
Right? Right? Or maybe Russian roulette?
Four thorns break tore apart [?]
Couple blunts but I swear I bought more to spark
It'll be a long night
Think I shoulda took a left, made the wrong right
And still tryin' to right wrongs
Shit, these troubles seem life long
Survive, I try to
Paint pictures daily as Picasso
Grandma pray and I don't
But I'm here so it's workin', shit, it gotta be
How can somethin' I give so much to
Still wanna take a lot of me?
Shit, we don't dare to ask
Oh shit, we don't care to ask
If I close my eyes and let it go I probably won't hear the blast
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