Calling The Shots

If we let it burn
What would be the appeal
Somebody skipped my turn
Somebody ate my meal
You're my type of people
I like to see killed
Slippin down a steep hill cuz my labor is unskilled

No way
Keep out
Symptoms
No doubt
Might be
Right now
My Place at the table's x'd out

My plea
Ripped out
Victim
No doubt
Return
With some
New head of the label pimped out

Make up your mind
You can't drive blind

The next episode
You get a brand new suit
A rattail for a necktie
A pair of cement shoes
You don't count as people
So now you gotta steal
You might think your civilized rat racing on your wheel

Make up your mind
You can't drive blind
Make up your mind
You can't drive blind

Nobody's calling the shots
Nobody's calling the shots
Nobody's calling the shots anymore
So this shot's the only one that we got



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Meyer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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