Shotty (sped up)
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Even after everything I've done
I can't seem to have no fun
Even when I try my best to free my mind
(Even after everything I've done)
Looking down the barrel of a gun
(Right hand on my pumping heart)
I ain't ever that far
I want your time, I just want everything
Why won't you give it to me
I want your mind, I want your heart
Give it to me and we'll fly to the stars
I want your time, I just want everything
I want your time, time, time
I want your everything, I want your everything
I want you to be mine, mine
She my slime
Of the time
Keep me guessing
All the time
Johnny Cash
Won't back down
Movie ending
Roll the credits
Wednesday night
She's alright
Feeling good
Feeling high
I'm so fucked up
I didn't get no sleep
I think I'm drugged up
Somebody come help me
I ain't got nothing to eat
Last night I ain't got no sleep
Did I mention that I got no sleep?
Oh my god, something's wrong with me
Maybe it's in my genes, genes
Bitch wanna fuck, fuck
I told her no, no
Just shut the fuck up
I'm such an asshole
That's always plugged up
The funny thing is my solution's getting fucked up
So what she a slut
She be making money
She know how to have fun
And she think I'm funny
Let me tell you something
Let me tell you something
You might be the one
I try to do the math I think I went backwards
Shotty, I ain't got the answers, no
Capricorn with a Cancer
Shotty's a magician, yeah, my girl necromancer
And we all make mistakes
Won't admit that we hate change
I stay blasting music
I can't hear nobody hate
And now I miss the rage
I miss the kicks and bass
Yeah, that shit knock knock
Like an FBI raid
I just stay hydrated
Living my life way
Everybody sweating, shit
What you need some Gatorade?
Making plays
Plays to keep the hate away
Mind and soul I got them both
And you can't take away
And even after everything I've done
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Right hand on my pumping heart
I ain't ever that far
And even after everything I've done
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Right hand on my pumping heart
I ain't ever that far
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Shotty
Even after everything I've done
I can't seem to have no fun
Even when I try my best to free my mind
(Even after everything I've done)
Looking down the barrel of a gun
(Right hand on my pumping heart)
I ain't ever that far
I want your time, I just want everything
Why won't you give it to me
I want your mind, I want your heart
Give it to me and we'll fly to the stars
I want your time, I just want everything
I want your time, time, time
I want your everything, I want your everything
I want you to be mine, mine
She my slime
Of the time
Keep me guessing
All the time
Johnny Cash
Won't back down
Movie ending
Roll the credits
Wednesday night
She's alright
Feeling good
Feeling high
I'm so fucked up
I didn't get no sleep
I think I'm drugged up
Somebody come help me
I ain't got nothing to eat
Last night I ain't got no sleep
Did I mention that I got no sleep?
Oh my god, something's wrong with me
Maybe it's in my genes, genes
Bitch wanna fuck, fuck
I told her no, no
Just shut the fuck up
I'm such an asshole
That's always plugged up
The funny thing is my solution's getting fucked up
So what she a slut
She be making money
She know how to have fun
And she think I'm funny
Let me tell you something
Let me tell you something
You might be the one
I try to do the math I think I went backwards
Shotty, I ain't got the answers, no
Capricorn with a Cancer
Shotty's a magician, yeah, my girl necromancer
And we all make mistakes
Won't admit that we hate change
I stay blasting music
I can't hear nobody hate
And now I miss the rage
I miss the kicks and bass
Yeah, that shit knock knock
Like an FBI raid
I just stay hydrated
Living my life way
Everybody sweating, shit
What you need some Gatorade?
Making plays
Plays to keep the hate away
Mind and soul I got them both
And you can't take away
And even after everything I've done
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Right hand on my pumping heart
I ain't ever that far
And even after everything I've done
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Right hand on my pumping heart
I ain't ever that far
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Batho
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