Hypodermic Needle

Shooting star who we are
Hotting inside my dope car
Blending weed mix with Nicotine tar
Shooting star came so far
And still don't know who we are
I think I am running out of words hit the bar
Shit bout to get bizarre
Probably would have played some song on my freaking guitar
Why you think every Indian boy is fucking Kumar

It's easy to hate
Hard to love
Hard to wait
Easy to give up
Easy to rate
Hard to pick up
What's in your mind
Everyone is asking wassup
No one is asking are you fine
Seems too dull boy where is freaking your shine
I been on my grind
Its mostly dark inside my mind
Got no time in this one small life

Keep it on rewind
Any moment can be last
So get them papers signed
Or get the law suit filled
Cause once you are gone
It's doest matter who is alive
Everyone wanna bite
You just wanna hide
Police fucked up cause system is bribed
So what's your style
No trust from being
Far in the
Game
Say my name
Bring closer to the wave
That I paved
Slut sick Next to heavens gate and I am too late

Democracy is fucked
You are working nine to five making them bucks
And I understand
To be man
Gotta gamble your luck
But in reality you are just
Stuck
The government is corrupt
And if you stand for the poor
Then get ready to be crushed
Bitch we roll it in the blunt



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Writer(s): Ashutosh Rawat
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