Guts

You musta been a better
Thief than navigator
'Cuz you're holding my stuff
And I've got you in a corner
Well, guess what, chump
It's just you and me
And I think you know it's time
For some CQB

Leave your hole
Sneak around
Find some stuff
Bring it home

Take a gun
Have some fun
Nothing to
Misconstrue

You got guts
Comin' here
You got guts
Comin' here
You got guts
Comin' here
You fucked up when
You came here

Trust me, you shit
You better button your lip
One word out of you
And I might tighten my grip
I saw what you did
And there's nowhere to go
All those gains ill-gotten
And nothing to show for it

Leave your hole
Sneak around
Find some stuff
Make it yours

Bring a gun
Shoot and run
You know what
One sec

You got guts
Comin' here
You got guts
Comin' here
You got guts
Comin' here
You fucked up when
You came here

You got guts
Comin' here
You got guts
Comin' here
You got guts
Comin' here
You fucked up when
You came here



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Writer(s): Christopher Hurd
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