soul it burns my soul She's calling out into the crowd Regret shall plague us all This tattered heart won't show you where to go One silver bullet baby
tears me apart. Oh Ooh! No, I don?t got nothin? Nothin? In this world, But I do got that sweet sound, that sweet sound, !!!!!!!! (Thanks to Bullets in the Sun
my soul it burns my soul She's calling out into the crowd Regret shall plague us all This tattered heart won't show you where to go One silver bullet
: Grinding on his teeth as he heads out west With a pistol on his hip And a bullet in his chest The sun cracks its whip Sweat drips stings his eyes Reality
sadness and my wrath Contemplated suicide Somewhere, out past nowhere I lost my way No money to pay my fare The driver drove away I remember sunny winter sundays spent Shooting at the sun
take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this disaster town You'll put your eyes to the sun
in my car is a continental tea and my broad in that continental suite with the armadell rollin up dutches like that motherfuckers beef with the kid click-clack motherfuckers let them bullets
came to party homie, so back up Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body I bust guns, you bust guns Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun
In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and
styles miss me You can bring that bitch but ya whole click'll still get treated shitty Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai
or West It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground* These niggaz
I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya
six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell
of this shit Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin' And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block Till' the sun
m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort) Coc-ainee and Herio-anee 50 Cent Thats my namee Nigga I bring the painn You thought shit stay the samee Nigga shit gon' change Put a bullet
see They showed me flashbacks of murder scenes, bodies bubblin, in acid tubs, with they feet head and hands cut off, oh shit, I had woke up buggin, sweatin bullets
