Wicked, Wild West

Tumbleweeds blowing through ghost town
Someone's finna bleed if there's a gun showdown
They feed their greed, something dirty and low-down
A need to deceive, and that's just how it goes down
In the

West
West
The wicked wild
West
West
The wicked wild
West
West
The wicked wild
West
(Welcome to...)
West
The wicked wild

Bold face lie under oath, hand on the Bible
Mothers cry, children die on arrival
Other mothers feed, eating their own unbridled
Front sophistication, but we're really primitive
And primal in the

West
West
The wicked wild
West
West
The wicked wild
West
West
The wicked wild
West
(Welcome to...)
West
The wicked wild

Squalor, dismay, I've been all in the frey
And it's gnawing away at my soul
Crap on display and it's crap that will spray
And see, that's just the way that it goes
Squalor, dismay, I've been all in the frey
And it's gnawing away at my soul
Crap on display and it's crap that will spray
And see, that's just the way that it goes

West
The wicked wild
West
The wicked wild
West
Wicked wild
West

West
The wicked wild
West
(Welcome to)
The wicked wild
West
The wicked wild
West
(Welcome to...)



Credits
Writer(s): Malique Starks
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