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Put it to Your Head

Horrorshow

The Grey Space

29

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Solo] Uh huh, uh huh From the spot where I sit in the middle of the playground I watch as the children accept their fate See round here, we never seem to see much change But they still providing us with hourly updates The bus lane's full of traffic and the train's running late In the city full of strangers where every smile is fake They pay top dollar just to watch you spill your sentiments Looks like Nick forgot to take his medicine Popped collar for the veteran Centre stage fright, late night hype eyeing my competitors And the cycle's set in motion With a money-back guarantee, the end result will get you open Picture me as Lucky Stripe in the clubhouse Love ain't enough now, they want your blood Hoping for violence, the first and second rules dictate A code of silence with fight clubs in every major town So come play around, but just know that we don't play around Quit holding your piece, you better say it now You so throwback, what you afraid of now? Famous, take 'em out [Fame] + (Solo) So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun? Better understand or get your shit overrun (We ain't playing with this, so keep spraying your shit Fall back to the sideline and wait for the *click*) [Hook 1: Fame] + (Solo) Aiyyo Solo, let's play Russian roulette Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head We keep playing till something connects We keep playing till something connects (Yeah Fame, I'm down to play Russian roulette So pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head We keep playing till something connects) [Fame] Okay, we in the centre right? Fighting like lime-lighters World stage pay with the highest prices Nah, nah, my mans ain't care who you're better than Old style weathering and tethering Out here, we never seem to see much change Re-up, re-hash but then might still sound plain Drums on slots for the belt Now you saying nothing proper so we got to take shots at ourself Like please, someone put him in his place He getting complacent, we pass that, Solo come on pass that Nah he ain't really bout that, he ain't really bout to blast that Ask that, I'mma make my own spot vacant (So tell me what you want from me) We so total now, ya know Famine keep it lowbrow Yeah I keep score but I ain't about to know how I marked this, boy we ride off in the darkness They tryna get in, we only tryna get out Fresh out of fresh, I clown 'em like tadow Vicarious, voyeuristic, all for the click, click So down for the next round [Solo] + (Fame) So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun? Better understand or get your shit overrun (We ain't playing with this, so keep spraying your shit Fall back to the sideline and wait for the *click*) [Hook 2: Solo] + (Fame) Aiyyo Fame, you wanna play Russian roulette? Well pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head We keep playing till something connects We keep playing till something connects (Yeah Solo, I'm down to play Russian roulette So pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head We keep playing till something connects) [Hook 1] [Hook 2]
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