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Forced into the world
Now I'm watching it burn
Like a god in my dreams
How the tables have turned
I could probably take the lead
But I'd rather just mourn
I thought you were my brother
Got a crown made of thorns
Tore my past right out the book
Like the laces in my sneakers
Tweaking out up in the ward
With them vamps and the creatures
Crazy thing is
I trust em more than the preachers
Looked the Devil in his eyes
Told him follow procedure
Pull up to the function
Got my goblins they wit me
I ain't bout an assumption
Got my bitch and she pretty
You really want a concussion
I'll put you onto my city
We in the Wild Wild West
So you know we stay gritty
Whipping in the wagon
Denim covered in crosses
Breathing fire I'm a dragon
Refuse to take any losses
Brodie asking what's brackin'
I told him please take precaution
Never choose a side
That's how you end up in a coffin
Forced into the world
Now I'm watching it burn
Like a god in my dreams
How the tables have turned
I could probably take the lead
But I'd rather just mourn
I thought you were my brother
Got a crown made of thorns
Tore my past right out the book
Like the laces in my sneakers
Tweaking out up in the ward
With them vamps and the creatures
Crazy thing is
I trust em more than the preachers
Looked the Devil in his eyes
Told him follow procedure
Pull up to the function
Got my goblins they wit me
I ain't bout an assumption
Got my bitch and she pretty
You really want a concussion
I'll put you onto my city
We in the Wild Wild West
So you know we stay gritty
Now I'm watching it burn
Like a god in my dreams
How the tables have turned
I could probably take the lead
But I'd rather just mourn
I thought you were my brother
Got a crown made of thorns
Tore my past right out the book
Like the laces in my sneakers
Tweaking out up in the ward
With them vamps and the creatures
Crazy thing is
I trust em more than the preachers
Looked the Devil in his eyes
Told him follow procedure
Pull up to the function
Got my goblins they wit me
I ain't bout an assumption
Got my bitch and she pretty
You really want a concussion
I'll put you onto my city
We in the Wild Wild West
So you know we stay gritty
Whipping in the wagon
Denim covered in crosses
Breathing fire I'm a dragon
Refuse to take any losses
Brodie asking what's brackin'
I told him please take precaution
Never choose a side
That's how you end up in a coffin
Forced into the world
Now I'm watching it burn
Like a god in my dreams
How the tables have turned
I could probably take the lead
But I'd rather just mourn
I thought you were my brother
Got a crown made of thorns
Tore my past right out the book
Like the laces in my sneakers
Tweaking out up in the ward
With them vamps and the creatures
Crazy thing is
I trust em more than the preachers
Looked the Devil in his eyes
Told him follow procedure
Pull up to the function
Got my goblins they wit me
I ain't bout an assumption
Got my bitch and she pretty
You really want a concussion
I'll put you onto my city
We in the Wild Wild West
So you know we stay gritty
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Writer(s): Aaron O'donnell
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