Hunting Season

It's Hunting Season. I don't need a reason
I'm going to catch you sleeping, if you ever stop believing
It's Hunting Season. They calling it treason
I stick to my dreaming, when staring at the ceiling

It's Hunting Season. I don't need to reason
It's Hunting Season. They calling it treason
It's Hunting Season. Hunting Season

You're taking turns too late, this road won't last long enough
I gave you one opportunity, my friend you've run out of luck
I ain't helping no fake friends, times are getting too rough
I've forgotten how to give respect, drained by the amount you took
Now there's nothing to show for it, who's really there when I look?
I ain't a lie detector but when I question you, your shook
Trying to shake my hand for a deal? I'm a volcano that's bound to erupt
You think I ain't know the truth? Here's why my mood swings are abrupt

I caught you lying, wasn't so surprising
Found out your planning your own uprising
Had the perfect timing to start hypnotising
And now I don't know what to do
How are you suppose to make progress
When you've got to question your every move?
It's got to the point that even Sherlock Holmes wouldn't have a clue

It's Hunting Season. I don't need a reason
I'm going to catch you sleeping, if you ever stop believing
It's Hunting Season. They calling it treason
I stick to my dreaming, when staring at the ceiling

It's Hunting Season. I don't need to reason
It's Hunting Season. They calling it treason
It's Hunting Season. Hunting Season

I've been left with little to no choice, as to what I can do next
Maybe I should question myself? Really start to reflect
Try harder to keep track of time? Maybe invest in a rolex
Focus on my reaction time? I was never the kid to reflex
It's funny how I've got nothing left to say yet you're the one who's speechless
Do you finally see the bigger picture? Took awhile to place these puzzle pieces
One by one they fit together and suddenly everybody wants to retest
You can try hold me back in life but if you think I ain't gonna resist
Then you've got the wrong idea. I wanna be the best me, I can't be less
So when you next hit me, trying to flex on me or impress
Know that I've been working hard on my own clique to build up some interest
Like hopefully some money comes in, I'll be able to invest
More time into my rhymes cos lately I've got to confess
I've been working so hard, that fake people question I'm depressed
These pages have got me wanting to live and you seriously wonder why I'm so obsessed?
Huh?

It's Hunting Season. I don't need a reason
I'm going to catch you sleeping, if you ever stop believing
It's Hunting Season. They calling it treason
I stick to my dreaming, when staring at the ceiling

It's Hunting Season. I don't need to reason
It's Hunting Season. They calling it treason
It's Hunting Season. Hunting Season

F Fake Friends



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Writer(s): Robbie Hawley
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