I Bought a Gun (feat. Nemo Achida)
I bought a gun, Sex pistol she was fun
We shot in black and white every day like ancient nuns
Or foreign films or Jordan 1s
Two shots, one for me and one for her
We're dead floating off the bombest lungs
Designer bodybags, my tongue chaotic
Like Jason's tech on the dresser
They be show 9s underneath the guidance of professor
Unschooled, hard knocks love a tall Glock
The big hand or a barrell
When you watch your head on our clock 'cause my block
Scars to the face so I rapped a lot
Staying out the way is survival in a nutshell
Cross a brother's path and he make glove compartment nut shells
Nutty motherfuckers move your crust and ask for more bread
Look into the floor of a hustler and it's code red
George pushed the button on these terroristic hacks
Of a soldier that would friendly fire just to gain a rack
It is crazy where we at
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I'm off that sleep deprivation
Minds a minefield that just keeps detonating
So I keep dead and waiting
There's a gun inside my closet now
Make not a sound, unfired not a round
Just 'cause you don't believe doesn't mean it's not around
In this haunted house I listen close
Ear against the prison walls, iridescent visuals
I hear morose quotes in morse codes and moreso
There's morsels of more souls around me
Yea they're forceful and hounding
Where I'm from it's storm soaked and cloudy
It's suicide capital, born-broken county
Count on me to count you out, I'm counterculture roundabout
Witty with the witticisms still I'm iffy if without a crowd
Without a doubt, doubt sinks into the shoulder blades
Captive of the scapulas, I think that I can hold the weight
I cultivated weaponry I'm on the run
And growing paranoid so I bought a gun
(Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun
We shot in black and white every day like ancient nuns
Or foreign films or Jordan 1s
Two shots, one for me and one for her
We're dead floating off the bombest lungs
Designer bodybags, my tongue chaotic
Like Jason's tech on the dresser
They be show 9s underneath the guidance of professor
Unschooled, hard knocks love a tall Glock
The big hand or a barrell
When you watch your head on our clock 'cause my block
Scars to the face so I rapped a lot
Staying out the way is survival in a nutshell
Cross a brother's path and he make glove compartment nut shells
Nutty motherfuckers move your crust and ask for more bread
Look into the floor of a hustler and it's code red
George pushed the button on these terroristic hacks
Of a soldier that would friendly fire just to gain a rack
It is crazy where we at
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I'm off that sleep deprivation
Minds a minefield that just keeps detonating
So I keep dead and waiting
There's a gun inside my closet now
Make not a sound, unfired not a round
Just 'cause you don't believe doesn't mean it's not around
In this haunted house I listen close
Ear against the prison walls, iridescent visuals
I hear morose quotes in morse codes and moreso
There's morsels of more souls around me
Yea they're forceful and hounding
Where I'm from it's storm soaked and cloudy
It's suicide capital, born-broken county
Count on me to count you out, I'm counterculture roundabout
Witty with the witticisms still I'm iffy if without a crowd
Without a doubt, doubt sinks into the shoulder blades
Captive of the scapulas, I think that I can hold the weight
I cultivated weaponry I'm on the run
And growing paranoid so I bought a gun
(Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun (Yea I hide it in my closet)
I bought a gun (Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it)
I bought a gun
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Writer(s): Cody Foster
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