45

City on lock
And the earths getting hot
This was the year
Your guts began to rot
With the shit that you speak
And the lies that you leak
The phrase I repeat
I'm strong, you're weak
Fuck this shit
I'm sick of it
Put a g in your mouth
Be done with it
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
I'm better than you
So much better than you
Take the knife out my back
Cut all these ties
Take the rope off my eyes
Put around your neck
Wrap once or twice
Til there's nothing left
And you'll hang here
And I'll hang alone
Tied to a motor
Weighed down like stone



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Shomburg, Steffen Banas, William Guevera
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