walking streets, blood on my feet
you’ll never miss this
guns in the air screamin’ have you been here?
got your hands in the air
i’m screaming why you standing there
this ain’t pop, fuckin’ drop
lick my bomb and give me all you got
ain’t talking money, only thrills and chills
not a drill, laughing as you stand so still
anxiety got you cryin’
baby, who said i’m afraid of dying
livin’, not lyin’
people say they’ll miss me but i’m not cryin’
you say you got the worst, cutting your wrists
blowing your smoke
running those hands with that damn cigarette
never loved you like i do
laughing as i wipe your face
sweat and your pain, love feeling this way
power made me strung
but who’s laughing when i got the gun
time for my fun, now run
whistle of my gun
my pistol, too bad it didn’t miss you
now the skies singin’ blues
i’m only laughing because fuck
you’ll never know how much i missed you