[Verse 1: Jon Mess]
Stop! The first one to hit the cop wins!
His death was so obvious
Make up the things that you did
I hid in the bushes, I was tripping on thizz
Description of no, sir, you can't ignore
The lights, they are blinding
And you, man, are such a bore
Please smash the target, please smash the target
Please smash the target right where the heart sits
[Refrain: Kurt Travis]
Whoever said we had to stop this from happening?
My plans changed abruptly and you chose to flee this unstable setting
[Verse 2: Kurt Travis, Jon Mess]
And I'll only survive in this life
I got that necklace, I got that watch
I copped that blow torch off your front porch
I'll only survive if it's you by my side
I got that bottle of Jack, I got five on that sack
And I'll only survive in this life
If this fails then I'll bail you out of jail
It's so obvious, you're constantly blocking me from rational thinking
[Chorus: Jon Mess, Jon Mess & Kurt Travis]
Maybe I look good in leather
In my bed, I pluck your feathers
We should fucking be together
Now look alive and say you've gotta go
Well, don't it feel good? You got what you paid for
Well, don't it feel good? You got what you paid for
Stop! The first one to hit the cop wins!
His death was so obvious
Make up the things that you did
I hid in the bushes, I was tripping on thizz
Description of no, sir, you can't ignore
The lights, they are blinding
And you, man, are such a bore
Please smash the target, please smash the target
Please smash the target right where the heart sits
[Refrain: Kurt Travis]
Whoever said we had to stop this from happening?
My plans changed abruptly and you chose to flee this unstable setting
[Verse 2: Kurt Travis, Jon Mess]
And I'll only survive in this life
I got that necklace, I got that watch
I copped that blow torch off your front porch
I'll only survive if it's you by my side
I got that bottle of Jack, I got five on that sack
And I'll only survive in this life
If this fails then I'll bail you out of jail
It's so obvious, you're constantly blocking me from rational thinking
[Chorus: Jon Mess, Jon Mess & Kurt Travis]
Maybe I look good in leather
In my bed, I pluck your feathers
We should fucking be together
Now look alive and say you've gotta go
Well, don't it feel good? You got what you paid for
Well, don't it feel good? You got what you paid for
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